I’m fond of reading romance novels, particularly historical romances set in Regency England that feature sassy and adventurous heroines. I try to picture out how these women can manage to get in and out of trouble when just thinking of how they dress, long flounced gown with tight corset, makes me wonder how they can even manage to breathe, much less move at all. I might like historical romances but I’m very thankful that I live now because I believe that maong jeans and T-shirt are the greatest clothing invention of all time.
When I was young I always wanted to learn how to ride a horse. It was something I read about in books and it seemed such an interesting hobby. The first time I rode a horse was in Baguio. It was easy to stay in the saddle because the horse was very tame and there was a guide holding the reins. We just walked around the track. It was a different matter when I tried it again in Tagaytay. This time, my cousins and I decided to try a nearby trail and the guide was riding his own horse. I was really nervous when the horse started to gallop. My cousins and I really had to concentrate on staying in the saddles. It was just a short ride, around an hour, but it was an adventure for us, nonetheless.
My grandmother told me that her niece advised her to buy sandals, which had soles that are slip resistant, like Dansko. As you grow older, your sense of balance lessens. It is not advisable to wear high heels anymore. Also, there are sandals with soles that are not slip resistant, making it dangerous to walk on polished and slippery floors, like the floors in our church. Once, I almost slipped and fell, good thing I was able to hold on to the pew. It would have been another very embarrassing experience.
