So I did get to go riding, and I think I'm going to go back for some more lessons, so Marrit and/or Liselotte, if you guys have a suitable pair of pants and/or shoes I could borrow, I would be forever in your debt...
Anyway, I'm sore - it's been a while, and my horse had an unusually bouncy trot - but it was also a lot of fun. The instructor kept making me the leader, because out of the 5 'advanced' people, only 2 of us really were advanced, those two being me and Sarah (from Ireland). But Sarah was having trouble with her mount; he had a really sensitive mouth and it took her a while to adjust to that, so I ended up being the leader every single time. Plus I was the only one who spoke Dutch, and the instructor's English wasn't all that spectacular, so he asked me for words a couple of times.
It was funny - another instructor, a girl, said something about stirrups, and the guy asked her in Dutch, "What are they called in English?" and she said, "Stirrups!" and I realized I didn't know the Dutch word, so I asked the guy, "Hoe heten ze in het Nederlands?" The guy did an exaggerated double take, looked at me with an amazed expression, said "...Beugels," and then we went through the usual line of questioning about how and why I came here. That was the second time in one night, actually - one of my bike brakes snapped on the way to Parnassos, so I was having trouble stopping on the way to the arena and nearly ran into the two ESN girls leading us. So I said, "Het spijt me alvast als ik tegen één van jullie aan rijd; mijn handrem ging net kapot." The brunette stopped and stared at me and said, "Oh, je bent gewoon Nederlands!" ["Oh, you're Dutch!"] I grinned and said "Nee" and she said, "Dan heb je Nederlandse ouders," ["Then your parents must be Dutch"] and I once again said no. "Je woont hier al heel lang." ["You've lived here for a really long time already."] "Nee." It was funny to see her keep guessing.
Various Pains: right calf from being repeatedly pinched by the stirrup leather, inside of left knee for the same reason (extreme pain there, even though you can barely see a bruise), bruised-like feeling where the lines of my underwear were (that's a new one) plus the general thigh muscle aching that you get when you haven't been on a horse for a while, but I don't really feel that so much.
Next Lesson: Wednesday at 20.00. They have to give me a 'trial lesson' to see where I fit, so they're putting me in a half-beginner-half-intermediate class to 'check me out'. (I had the feeling the girl who signed me up hadn't seen me riding, but they'll figure it out.) :)
Well, Martin's going to be here in a little while, so I'll get going now.
(Confession of the Day: I am listening to Hanson.)
Anyway, I'm sore - it's been a while, and my horse had an unusually bouncy trot - but it was also a lot of fun. The instructor kept making me the leader, because out of the 5 'advanced' people, only 2 of us really were advanced, those two being me and Sarah (from Ireland). But Sarah was having trouble with her mount; he had a really sensitive mouth and it took her a while to adjust to that, so I ended up being the leader every single time. Plus I was the only one who spoke Dutch, and the instructor's English wasn't all that spectacular, so he asked me for words a couple of times.
It was funny - another instructor, a girl, said something about stirrups, and the guy asked her in Dutch, "What are they called in English?" and she said, "Stirrups!" and I realized I didn't know the Dutch word, so I asked the guy, "Hoe heten ze in het Nederlands?" The guy did an exaggerated double take, looked at me with an amazed expression, said "...Beugels," and then we went through the usual line of questioning about how and why I came here. That was the second time in one night, actually - one of my bike brakes snapped on the way to Parnassos, so I was having trouble stopping on the way to the arena and nearly ran into the two ESN girls leading us. So I said, "Het spijt me alvast als ik tegen één van jullie aan rijd; mijn handrem ging net kapot." The brunette stopped and stared at me and said, "Oh, je bent gewoon Nederlands!" ["Oh, you're Dutch!"] I grinned and said "Nee" and she said, "Dan heb je Nederlandse ouders," ["Then your parents must be Dutch"] and I once again said no. "Je woont hier al heel lang." ["You've lived here for a really long time already."] "Nee." It was funny to see her keep guessing.
Various Pains: right calf from being repeatedly pinched by the stirrup leather, inside of left knee for the same reason (extreme pain there, even though you can barely see a bruise), bruised-like feeling where the lines of my underwear were (that's a new one) plus the general thigh muscle aching that you get when you haven't been on a horse for a while, but I don't really feel that so much.
Next Lesson: Wednesday at 20.00. They have to give me a 'trial lesson' to see where I fit, so they're putting me in a half-beginner-half-intermediate class to 'check me out'. (I had the feeling the girl who signed me up hadn't seen me riding, but they'll figure it out.) :)
Well, Martin's going to be here in a little while, so I'll get going now.
(Confession of the Day: I am listening to Hanson.)
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