I Went Horse-Back Riding In Italy So You Didn’t Have To

My butt is pissed at me

Photo by Roger van de Kimmenade on Unsplash

Let me preface this by saying that I live in Italy.

Now, I know that it tends to conjure up pictures of charming Palladian villas, red rooftops and rosemary bushes gently swaying in the wind, framing a glimpse of cornflower-blue sea.