Riding in Pilar

I put my nose to the neck of the polo mare and take in a deep breathe.

It’s the best smell in the world.

Then I jump up, put my left leg into the stir up and swing over my right leg and sit down in the saddle.

With the reins in my right hand I stare left and then straight and riding through the gates into the countryside outside of Pilar in the province of Buenos Aires I feel excited and relaxed at the same time.