Santiago de Compostela- Arrival
THE AFTER-MATH I wake up early in a strange bed, the same way I have for weeks. My brain feels… Read more »
THE AFTER-MATH I wake up early in a strange bed, the same way I have for weeks. My brain feels… Read more »
HEARTBEAT Luckily, Emily and I are both fast walkers. Whether on cobbles or boardwalk, our matched footsteps pulse quickly and… Read more »
MY PILGRIMAGE CONTINUES Here at Morgado Lusitano, it’s called a riding vacation. But I came here for more than a… Read more »
Damn. I like to ride around. Absorbed in my own little world. Staring at my horses ears. Focused on what… Read more »
Portugal’s tradition of riding with one hand has its roots in mounted warfare. It is an art that is threatening… Read more »
No matter what kind of rider you are, what your level is, which discipline you love or what your goals… Read more »
The wind is blowing in unpredictable gusts. A car might drive up at any moment. Your heart feels skittish in… Read more »
“Two feet move your body, four feet move your soul…”I know you know that feeling. AND you likely also… Read more »
I recently used the phrase “The world is his oyster” to describe the sweet spot Coulter is in right now-… Read more »