I went horseback riding twice in Costa Rica, so I will tell you about the first time I went.
The first time I went horseback riding there was a group of people. There were five kids and about ten adults. We rode on horseback to a waterfall. Sometimes it was very annoying because the horses wanted to eat apples, oranges, or mangoes off the trail ground.
My sister Clara sat with my mom Maria because she didn't want to go by herself. Their horse was called Canello (that is cinnamon in Spanish). I had my own horse. It was brown, but I forgot it's name. I was wearing an orange Holland shirt and some green pants. My dad Gerd had a very mean horse. It was white, but I don't know what his name was.
My horse and my dad's horse had a horse race. We were racing up a hill. I was bumping up and down. My horse won the race.
We went to lunch at a little hut. There were chickens, deer, and sometimes there were rabbits. There was also a hammock. I sat in the hammock after lunch.
Then we rode on our horses back to our car and we drove to our hotel.
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Leah,
What a nice story! It brought back nice memories of our trip to the waterfall.
Well done, Gerd
Leah,
That is a fantastic story! We could really imagine all the fun you were having.
Hope everyone is well. We can't wait to see you and your sister again!
Great Job!
Vanessa and Dave
ENHORABUENA PEQUEÑA NOS HA ENCANTADO TU HISTORIA SIGUE ASI QUE SERAS UNA BUENA ESCRITORA . NONO Y NONA
Dear Leah,
Thank you for sharing your story ! I really liked it. I remember when we saw the pictures of your Costa Rica trip at Isabelle's house and I could really remember you on the horse ! I especially liked the part with the race, it was very funny.
Valerie
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