Cavalli

It's Italy.

The saying I've been toting around for about two months now.

Italy has a way of making things happen, Canada has a way of planning things before they happen. At the moment I am in Italy. So here in December I find myself now casually working at Dario Cecchini's famous butcher shop and spending my frequent days off cleaning the apartment, going for walks around Tuscany, and today going to work for my horseback ride. As the other stagista's flew back to America I found myself the only native English speaker left. (Yes, Lorenzo, Riccardo, and Yadava all speak English)

I strolled over to Riccardo's parent's house to find a pair of rubber boots to wear in the rich soil while brushing down my favourate animals. Cavalli!

It seems that throughout my life I've managed to keep in touch with these animals having never actually owned one of my own. I worked at a horse farm when I was younger to have the experience of smelling the sweet hay and molasis, touching the horses' soft nuzzly noses, and sometimes, when I am lucky to jump on the back of one and go for a ride.

Riccardo casually asked me one day in the butcher shop - what would make your time here in Italy the most memorable. I spit out, I love horses. And it so happens that a father of a friend owns a couple, is just retired, and needs a little extra help feeding and brushing the graceful beasts on occasion. And so, this afternoon I will get back in touch with the soil, some rubber boots, a farm situation, and of course, Horses!