- Man of the Puszta
Here is another photograph that I took about 20 years ago. I was on a horseback riding vacation in Hungary…a dream come true. I’d read about the Hungarian horseback riding trips in the old Gourmet Magazine and although I was entranced by the idea, I didn’t imagine at the time that I would ever ride across Hungary.
Then came cancer and chemo and after I came through that dark and scary tunnel, I came out on the other side with the attitude that waiting for the future was something I couldn’t afford to do. Can anyone?
My youngest daughter and I spent two wonderful weeks galloping across the Hungarian plains. We rode well-bred, fit horses and had charming companions. This holiday was one of the highlights of my entire life.
Here is a beautiful man sitting outside the stables. I love the way he is dressed…his hat with the flamboyantly floppy feather, his boots with jodhpurs and yes, I love his splendid moustache. His expression is benevolent
as he watches the riders get acquainted with their mounts. I read “The Good Master” when I was a child and never got over the magical feeling of Hungary that the book portrays. I may just go upstairs and re-read it tonight.
This man seems to me to have come from the pages of that book.