Yep. That’s right. I was offered a job.
If you’ve followed my blog, you know I love horses. I’ve ridden since I was six. So on the cruise, I HAD to go horseback riding. We signed up for the excursion on Grand Cayman, piled into a van, and drove 25 min to the other side of the island. The conversation is always the same:
“Any one have experience?”
Me: “Yes. I’ve ridden since I was six.”
“Oh ok. I think we’ll put you on a horse that’s a little harder to handle.”
Me: This isn’t the first time this has happened. Last time I admitted to having experience on a trail ride, I ran into a tree. Anyway, so much for a relaxing trailride…“Ok.”
When we arrived at the farm, our guide hollered over to his brother to saddle up “that one.” I mounted, and off we went. The little chestnut gelding was a little spitfire. He wanted to lead. Be out in front. And stopping to wait for the group of 10 we were leaving in the dust wasn’t an option. The little guy was cute and I enjoyed my ride.
After a less than eventful hour of keeping the little dude calm, our guide said, “So you’re gonna get a divorce and move here and work?” I’m not sure why the divorce was necessary. But no. I’ve decided not to take it. I like my job as a Virginia Wedding Photographer. Even more, I like my husband.