Horse-Ball

This afternoon (and tomorrow), Heloise's stables hosted a horse-ball competition. Sabine dropped me off with Heloise there at around three o'clock. What we didn't realize was that the competition did not begin until seven. Until then, we walked around, petted horses, and swatted flies. I have discovered my extreme hatred towards flies. I counted thirty on one light fixture and shivered because it grossed me out so much. I could honestly spend an hour swatting flies there and would not have made a dent by the end. At seven the first horse-ball competition took place between adults from the local stables and another team. The great thing about this game is that it is short. Because it is stressful on the horses, only two games of ten minutes each are played at a time. The bad aspect of it, like with any other sport, is that it is dangerous. We had a fright today when one of the players fell off of his horse in the middle of a competitive group of horses. To me it appeared that he had been completely trampeled, but thankfully he rose, mounted his horse, and joined back in the game right away. The players in the following included many of the girls who had attended the soiree Monday night. They won their game 7 to 2. It was around 9:45 when we finally left the stables to go eat. We ate at a restaurant calle Leon de Bruxelle, which specializes in oysters. Mine were superb!