Can you imagine getting up on the horse at 6:30 in the morning and then riding for three hours on the hills and through the forest? And again in the evening? And again the next day at 6:30?… It was absolutely fabulous to wake up together with the nature, to see deers, rabits, all kind of birds. To be with friends, talk, enjoy tasty meals and have “spritz”. And during the night, gazing at the stars, near the horses, outside in a sleeping bag. I was thinking that if I died I would have just one regret – that I could count on my fingers the nights spent under the stars and being aware of the magnificient world outside and inside of us…
The biggest achievement was that I could get into the saddle by myself! The place where I’ve been and I’ll go again for a whole week in August is in the middle of nowhere, near Sighisoara. I will have my own horses one day 
cross country - near sighisoara