My Spontaneous Weekend

A few weekends ago I took a leap into a different situation – a break on my own. Something inside me said, “Young lady, Go! Go get on a horse and venture in the mountains.” So for the first time in a very long time, I went. I took all of me, even the bits I didn’t like (hoping to leave them somewhere deep in a mountain pass) and spontaneously, as spontaneous does, did something different.

Before I even start with the story about my wondrous spontaneous adventure I had to share the weekend in pictures. As it is the beginning of the summer season (Big 'Yay') everything has a lush coat of green and little shrubs disguised as little shrubs showed off their many blossoms. And oh did they blossom.

But to not forget the ponies, well this is it. I do believe that I have once again fallen in pony love. The type that only ten year old girls can imagine, the 'I want ponies for birthdays, ponies for parties, ponies for riding and ponies for absolutely everything a pony can do' kind of love. Their soft noses and gentle sneezes have driven me obsessive, and I just couldn't get enough...

There is something about being on your own that opens your heart. You start to look at the world through your own eyes. Your opinions become facts that no one can alter and after a while, as the last bricks of the city fade you start to feel yourself again. The only voice left in your head is the sound track to your life.

I always find it fun, knowing sort-of-around-about where I am going and then discovering exactly where I need to be when I have to be. It helps me grow, leave that last bit of ‘Oh my God I am on my own’ kind of fear behind and start the tail wag to something new.

The thought of going into every detail of weekend, feels a bit 'children story' without the imagination. I want you, dear reader to look at the pics and imagine the rest.

Yes, I loved the first moment I galloped on top of the mountain – the wind running its wispy fingers through my hair. The pounding of Star’s hooves on the grass... And of course I was stuck between a Dutch couple walking down the valley pass, having a heated argument. There was absolutely falling asleep under trees when meaning to write blog posts. And I definitely would love to not say that I left with a very prominent t-shirt and sunglasses tan/burn. But alas I did. Gorgeous.

It was possibly the best weekend I have EVER had alone, in a very, very long time. I shall be doing this again. Spontaneously, of course.