Caramel Rain

So Im traveling with a bunch of horse lovers. I am a horse liker. As in, I think they are great, but I dont have this great desire to ride them. But, you know, when in Mendoza. So we went on this horse ride in the Andes. And it was super cool and gorgeous and totally worth it. It made me very sore though. I named my horse Caramel Rain, cause he/she was caramel colored. Caramel Rain and I are like minded creatures. We just cant be rushed. Basically, she/he was a slow horse. I did not mind this at all. The gauchos kept trying to get her/him to move faster. This would work at times. But I was content to ride in the very back, far behind the others. Oh Caramel Rain.