Different Worlds

Sunday marks the last day I will be shooting for my story. The past two days I've been visiting the little town, Amil, where the Rapa will take place. Today I trampsed around in the woods amidst the mountains following those who herd the wild horses together then take them to a pin where they're kept until it's time for the shaving. About every other thought was, "I can't believe I'm in the middle of Spain chasing wild horses. Is this for real?" All the other thoughts though were about Rebecca in London, a city that despite it's relative proximity, seems worlds away. I wish I could have beamed her in today for the hike, as I know how much she would have enjoyed it.

You might be wondering what else I've been doing with my time, since these Rapas only happen on the weekend. Besides one day that we returned to Sabucedo to see the small village after the Rapa there was over, I've been trying to help out the other photographers as much as possible, since some groups have had trouble communicating in other languages. I've been to the coast, and I really hope to return and spend some time at the beach. Right now I have quite the farmer's tan, being out in the sun all day for various days. Oh, and I learned to count to 10 in gallego. Can't spell it though, or I'd prove it for you. The galician language is very similar to spanish (castellano) and portuguese. It's a beautiful language, really. And so far I have been able to understand most of what people say, although once I respond to them in castellano they swith over so I can really understand. Finally, I've posted a second rough edit of photos. Rough Edit II.