Summer of 1993, Part 7

Sumer of 1994, Part 7 I awoke with mixed emotions.  I had been having fun in the last week working with Miguel training Vicente and helping around the ranch, but I also wanted to head home.  I still didn’t exactly feel qualified to do what I had been tasked with, but it appeared that we…

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Summer of 1993, Part 6

Part 6 I woke to daylight streaming into our room through a crack in the shutters.  I heard voices in the kitchen and quickly dressed to join them.  Breakfast was served of fresh bread, fried eggs, and coffee.  By now I was beginning to look forward to the morning coffee and didn’t even touch the…

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Summer of 1993, Part 5

Part 5 I awoke in the darkness to the banging of the shutters on the glassless window of our bedroom.  I was freezing cold under my blanket.  The wind was howling outside as a “surazo” had blown in during the night.  It was winter and the storms come from the south or “sur” in Spanish. …

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Summer of 1993, Part 4

Part 4 I woke shivering.  I laid still for a second trying to remember where I was when I heard a voice.  “Juan…Guillermo…” It was Miguel calling our names trying to wake us up.  I sat up and let him know I was awake.  Neal woke up at the same time.  It was pitch black…

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Summer of 1993, Part 3

Part 3 I was expecting the train to zip along through picturesque scenery like in a movie, but my expectations were quickly dashed as the train did not accelerate to the speed I expected.  We were educated very quickly as to how our train ride was to go.  The train tracks were in terrible condition. …

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Summer of 1993, Part 2

Part 2 When school was out for the summer I started making plans to go to Tobite. Paul lined up the dates.  My older brother, Neal, had returned to Bolivia that summer and my parents wanted him to go with me so I was not alone.  I put together a few things I wanted to…

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Summer of 1993, Part 1

Part 1 I was 11 years old when I was introduced to the joy a horse can bring into your life.  I was also introduced to the pain that accompanies getting thrown off or stupidly falling off.  My family moved to Bolivia South America in 1986.  My parents were on staff at a school called…

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