An Everyday Adventure: Visiting an estancia

A friend invited us to join him, his family, and other friends at an estancia (that’s Latin American for farm) that belongs to a relative.

“Do you know how to ride horses?” he asked.

I laughed, a little nervously. The answer was no.

We drove expressways, a long dirt road, and then the estancia’s driveway (which took a good half hour) and arrived at the buildings.

I rode a horse. Twice a day. I learned to trot. I even learned to gallop.

My daughter did too.

There were cows.

No, really. There were a lot of cows.

I played Settlers of Catan for the first time (love). But I took pictures of the dart board.

I walked around dreamily and took pictures of tiles and soap dishes.

And I watched my kids play and fish and ride with the my friend’s kids–kids that I had been longing to meet for years.

And I’m still astonished–absolutely astonished that I was there.