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You know what’s fun? Planning a trip to Europe. You know what’s even more fun? When said trip is mostly horsey. You know what’s the most fun? The fact that it’s less than 4 weeks away.

The main reason we’re going is for Bundeschampionate, which is in Warendorf Germany from August 30-Sept 3. But of course we’re flying over a few days before, and staying a couple days after, so we have ample time to visit some farms, see some babies and stallions, and do some touristy things along the way, naturlich. This week we finalized all those other days, made an itinerary, and booked the hotels.

Day 1 will be mostly spent at a farm just outside of Brussels, looking at stallions and youngstock,

then we’re heading north to Bruges.

We definitely plan on eating our weight in waffles, but beyond that we’ll just see what looks appealing.

There’s also an entire museum dedicated to Pommes Frites though, which IMO that’s like a must-do. Yes, please teach me all about the history of pommes frites and then reward me with some at the end of the tour. Those are the kinds of things I really need to learn about in Europe.

The next morning we hit the highway that runs along the coast, out of Belgium and into France, on down to the Rouen area. Here we’ll be visiting a pretty awesome pony jumper breeder

and then staying in a small village outside of town, on the Seine. Like literally right ON IT.

The next day we have a pretty long drive all the way across France, back across southern Belgium (with a pitstop at the Zangersheide Studfarm to look at stallions)

before we finally get to our little farmhouse Airbnb in Germany, about 10 minutes from Warendorf.

Funny though, it takes almost the same amount of time to drive from Rouen to Warendorf as it does for me to drive from my house to Michelle’s farm. And we’re in the same damn state.

Once we get to Warendorf we have several things on the agenda. Of course there’s Bundeschampionate itself, although we’re going to just kind of pop in and out during the preliminary days and really only plan on staying all day for the showjumping and cross country finals. 

Luckily there is a TON of stuff within about an hour of there that we can do. There are a couple more studfarms we plan to hit, including Schockemohle and Ludger Beerbaum’s stallion station.

Mostly these four days that we’re in Warendorf are pretty open, by design. We’ll just see where our adventures take us, and figure out what all we can fit in. I had originally mapped out several awesome tack shops, but then one of the BuCha organizers told me that the shopping is supposed to be awesome at the event, so we’ll see what kind of trouble I can get into there. Either way, these are definitely on my list of things that will be coming home with me from Europe.

If I have any money left by the time we leave Warendorf, it’ll be a total miracle.

After being fully immersed in everything horsey for 4 straight days, we head back over to Brussels for our last afternoon and night. We both really loved the Grand Place last time we were in Brussels, so we’re going to spend our last evening binging on cheese and sausage platters and drinking framboise. Perhaps more waffles, too… let’s be real.

Our hotel is literally IN the Grand Place, and we paid a little extra to have a room with a view of the Grand Place itself. Because how the hell do you beat that view?

By then we’ll probably be ready to come home, and hopefully all of our stuff will still fit in our bags. I may or may not be 10lbs heavier, both of body and of bag. I’m SUPER RIDICULOUSLY excited though, especially now that we have a really good plan and everything is booked.

And now, we wait 26 more days. But who’s counting?

 

It was 106 and 107 this past weekend in Austin. Like, degrees. In the shade. We’ve already had 20+ days over 100 this year, making this a pretty miserable summer. Granted, this is Texas… miserable summers are it’s specialty. It feels like sticking your face in an oven, if you’re into that sort of thing.

I’ve been riding at the buttcrack of dawn, so I’m rarely out in the heat of the day anymore. Of course, my morning rides, while significantly cooler at more like 78ish degrees, are usually between 90-98% humidity. Moisture, I has it in spades. I slosh my way into work every morning, put all my stuff down at my desk, and head straight to the shower. It’s just gross. Still better than riding when it’s 100+ though, at least according to Henry the heavy breather.

Who, I’ve noticed over the past couple weeks, always seems to have a harder time breathing when the pollen count is high. Coincidentally, so do I. Austin is not a good place to live if your body has any kind of objections to pollen, or mold, or cedar, or pretty much anything that can possibly be considered an airborne allergen. This place is a Petri dish. And not just because of all the hipsters. Can anyone tell I’m really itching to be done with Texas?

But this week we’re having a “cold front”, if you can call it that. Our highs are now only in the 90’s, and the humidity is lower. Yesterday morning it was only 75 with 70% humidity, and this morning was 75 with 75% humidity. Sadly, that felt completely amazing. Henry has even been a bit wild, and spent this morning spooking at a rock, some poop, a hay bale, a fan, and a horse. For the record, he did not spook at the rabbit, the cat, or the coyote. I don’t understand Henny logic.

The high tomorrow is only 90, and then there are some rain chances in the forecast (omg sky moisture, I hear that’s a thing!) later in the week. Even though I know the triple digits will be back soon, this was a pretty nice mid-summer break.

Thank goodness, too, because today is opening day for our first horse trial of the fall! I was finding it really hard to be motivated to enter when I could barely peel myself out of my seat to walk out to the mailbox. Things are filled out now, though… which means it’ll probably shoot right back up into the 100’s and stay there until October, because Texas hates me back.

Today you get very few words and a whole lot of pictures, because guess who tested Rhodococcus-free???

Poor baby, he was literally sick, in some capacity, for pretty much all of his first 4 months. Granted, he seems to feel just fine these days.

And just in case anyone was wondering whether or not he’s as derpy as Uncle Henny… well…

He’s REALLY ITCHY,  y’all.

But otherwise, I think he’s pretty darn handsome when he wants to be.

And now he’s healthy, too. 🙂

Knock on wood.

Like, all of it.

So, I’ve had the Tucci’s for over two months now, and while I think it’s too soon to do a full review, I’ve had a lot of people ask me what I think of them.

Short answer: I love them, for lots of reasons. First, because they’re friggin beautiful. I wanted something that was a little different without being too outlandish, and I think these fit the bill perfectly. From far away they look like regular boots… it’s not until you get up close that you notice the navy tops and the wingtip toes. I also like the shape of the toe: square but not TOO square. I really don’t like the look of a rounded toe (ok I hate them), but sometimes when they’re too square it looks ridiculous. To me this shape is the perfect balance, lending even more to the modern and sleek look. A couple of people were dubious about having to keep all those little punched holes clean, but honestly I just added a toothbrush to my boot polishing kit and it takes all of 10 extra seconds to clean those out. Not a big deal at all. Totes worth it.

I’m lucky in that I did not require full customs to get a custom fit. I’m a fairly average size, plus Tucci has a TON of size combinations, so those two things combined saved me from having to go the full custom route. Mine are just considered semi-custom, since I ordered them with a navy top… they’re the Marilyn model, so the wingtip toe and the fancy punched top come standard on those. It was pretty simple to get fitted to figure out my size, and I then just ordered the standard Tucci Marilyn but with a navy top from Luxe EQ. I did order them quite tall on purpose, because I can’t stand a tall boot that’s even a hair too short. I have chunky thighs, super tall boots help my leg look longer and slimmer. Don’t judge.

 

The thing about Tucci’s is that they are pretty ruggedly made boots. If you like your boots Parlanti soft, almost glove-like, you won’t like these. They aren’t stiff, but the leather is legit, and it’s meant to take a beating and last a long time. I personally prefer this type of leather… not just for longevity, but also because it doesn’t wrinkle on the calf, which gives a much smoother look. It took me about a week to break them in and get them to drop enough to where I could actually snap them behind the knee, which I thought was reasonable break-in time. During all that, they were never uncomfortable to walk in, just a bit tight in the calf and over my instep. Both stretched perfectly, and now these things really fit like custom. My only complaint is that I think the strap behind the knee could be a smidge longer, maybe just 1/4″.

As far as practical design elements, I’m also super pleased. The elastic panel really helps give them that nice close fit. No stovepipe legs or cankles here! Fully lined is also a must for me these days, I’ve had much more luck with fully lined boots lasting a lot longer. It’s perhaps slightly less of a close feel than that of an unlined boot, but to me personally the difference is negligible, so I’d rather have the lining than not.

They’re made in Italy and the design features were obviously well thought out. My favorite feature is their snap system. Zippers that won’t stay up seems to be a pretty common problem with tall boots, especially as they get older. I’ve had a couple brands that had a little slot on the strap in the back to thread the zipper through, but 1) that takes effort, 2) it didn’t always work. The Tucci’s have a snap tab on the zipper that snaps to the strap at the back of the knee, locking everything securely in place. Snaps are a lot easier than threading stuff through a hole.

It’s also got a spur guard strap at the bottom, which I like to help stabilize and protect both the zippers and the spurs, and spur rests on each side of the zipper.

Underneath that, on the inside of the zipper, it has a lightly padded heel guard to protect the back of your ankles from rubbing or pressing from the zipper. This feature is a MUST HAVE for me with boots these days… so far every pair I’ve had with them have been significantly more comfortable to wear for long periods of time.

And, comfort-wise, I haven’t been disappointed. Once they dropped a bit and molded to my legs, they were super comfortable and have remained that way. I’ve worn them aaaaallll day for lessons and shows, even walked XC in them, and never had a blister or sore spot.

So far, I’m really happy with them. Aesthetically they’re everything I wanted, and they’re giving me the impression that they’ll be super durable. Time will tell in that department. For now though, I have no complaints! Except now I want a brown pair…

I’d like to think that I’m fairly pragmatic most of the time when it comes to my horses. I generally don’t anthropomorphize them, I understand that they’re horses, and I know that we’re not majikal mystical BFF’s. But there’s one thing I’ve always been a bit of a mush about… greeting me at the gate.

I dunno why exactly, I think it just makes me feel better that they don’t see me coming and go “oh god, it’s HER again” and make for the hills. Granted, I’m sure that Henry knows I’m good for at least 2 cookies, so the fact that he comes up to the gate when he sees me coming is most assuredly because he’s a fattypotamus that wants a treat. Shhh… let’s ignore that. At least when they come to greet me, it makes me think that they don’t totally hate their work or their human.

I’ve really only had one horse that was hard to catch, and the others mostly just stayed where they were until I walked out to get them. A few have always been gate-greeters though, especially Sadie and Henry. Presto is generally a greeter too (unless he’s sleeping, which is a lot) but he’s a baby and most babies are like that. Things are still fresh and new and fun to them, and they never actually have to work. We’ll see how things go as he gets older.

Every once in a while, usually when we’ve had a lot of hard dressage days, Henry will give me a long hard look and then walk a few feet away, making me come to him. I swear that’s the horse version of flipping a human the bird. Not gonna lie, it kinda hurts my feeling (singular) and usually earns him a couple of fun easy hack or trail ride days. Yes, I’m a pushover like that. But 99% of the time, voila, suddenly he’s back to being a gate greeter after he’s had a bit of a mental break.

Am I the only one that places far too much emotional emphasis on the whole greeting the human at the gate thing?