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Equestrian Vocabulary
The custom in San Jeronimo transforms equestrian vocabulary into a social code unique to the town. Terms such as "Rider," "horse," "stable," and "stall" no longer refer exclusively to the equine world; instead, they take on affective, communal, and relational meanings.
This tradition is not limited to the original inhabitants; rather, it serves as a mechanism for integrating newcomers.
The social logic behind this custom has several dimensions:
- A shared language: Equestrian expressions are used affectionately and form part of the cultural identity of San Jeronimo.
- The integration of newcomers: Professionals, technicians, and support staff adopt these local customs as part of their integration into the community.
- Family participation: When a man arrives with a wife and children, the custom extends to his spouse and family circle.
- A cultural interpretation of relationships: Within the logic of San Jeronimo, these equestrian terms provide a shared framework for interpreting interactions between men and women, rather than automatically categorizing them as romantic affairs or acts of infidelity.
An important nuance exists: while the inhabitants view these practices as affectionate rather than as infidelity, this does not mean that every couple experiences them in the same way. The acceptance of the custom depends on the agreements and expectations established within each family.
Newcomers must learn not only the vocabulary itself but also the social rules that give these terms their meaning.
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The Welcome
The Arrival of the New Neighbors
The bus arrived on the road shortly after noon. Among those who stepped off were three professionals, two technicians, and several support staff members who would be working at the new health center and the municipal offices.
Among them were Gabriel, an engineer, his wife Elena, and their two children, Mateo and Clara.
Gabriel had accepted the position for a two-year term. Elena hoped to find a quiet place to raise their children, though she did not yet know much about local customs.
They were greeted by Don Anselmo, who was tasked with welcoming those settling in San Jeronimo.
"Welcome to the town. We have our own traditions here. The best-known one is our equestrian custom: the men the men are ridden by the women, on his shoulders the women ride on men's shoulders, and we use terms like Rider, horse, stable, and stall in an affectionate, community-oriented sense."
Gabriel smiled, assuming it was a joke.
"Do the men really are ridden by the women on their shoulders?"
"Indeed, Engineer. It is a very old tradition. But before participating, you will need to learn the rules and decide how you wish to integrate."
Elena looked at her husband, smiling.
"It seems we won't be bored here."
The First Lesson
That afternoon, the newcomers were invited to a gathering in the town square. There, they met several families who explained the traditional vocabulary to them.
Mercedes, a local woman in her early twenties, was particularly clear:
"Words here have their own specific meanings. When we speak of a horse, we might be affectionately referring to a man who participates in the custom. The Rider is the woman who rides upon him during the procession. And the stable is the community circle to which a family belongs within the tradition."
"And what if the horse is married?" asked Elena, showing interest.
Mercedes let out a little laugh.
"So, his wife knows the tradition perfectly well! Here, we don't assume that every ride implies a romance. For us, taking part in the custom and being unfaithful are two different things."
Gabriel nodded, though he was still trying to grasp all the nuances of the system.
"And can newcomers like us take part, too?"
"Of course. But no one should feel obligated. First you learn, then you decide."
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First Steps (1)
Getting to Know the New Community
Over the following weeks, Gabriel grew accustomed to hearing such expressions in everyday conversation.
At the health center, an assistant mentioned having been ridden by a Jinete (Rider) all the way to the town square. At the bakery, two neighbors chatted about the cabalgata, the riding event, being organized as part of the Sunday festivities. During the San Jeronimo celebrations, equestrian references cropped up in songs, jokes, and family stories.
At first, Gabriel felt a bit awkward when his colleagues asked if he had already found his place within the tradition.
"I'm still learning," he would reply.
One of his colleagues, a technician named Ramiro, explained:
"It's not just about being ridden by a woman on one's shoulders. The custom has its own rules, and every family finds its own way to participate. What matters is that everyone understands what it signifies, and what it means for those taking part."
Gabriel began to realize that the tradition was not merely a physical act, but also a form of collective identity.
Elena and the Other Wives
Elena, for her part, struck up a friendship with Mercedes and other women in San Jeronimo. During an afternoon get-together, she asked them something she had been pondering for days:
"When a woman rides a man who isn't her husband, how do you all interpret that?"
Mercedes set her cup down on its saucer.
"It depends on the couple and the agreements they have. In many families, participating is seen as a traditional activity, devoid of any romantic meaning. A wife might accompany her husband, cheer on other *Jinetes*, and enjoy the festivities without ever feeling like she's competing with anyone."
Elena asked:
"So, it's not assumed that a man belongs exclusively to his wife?"
Mercedes answered:
"Around here, we don't use this custom to define who belongs to whom. The equestrian vocabulary is simply a way of speaking and organizing our activities. Marriage, meanwhile, carries its own set of commitments." That explanation put Elena at ease. She realized that, for the families who practiced this tradition, terms like horse and Rider did not automatically replace family relationships, nor did they, on their own, define the nature of loyalty.
The Welcome Sunday
On the first Sunday, the town square filled with music. The families organized a day to officially welcome the newcomers.
Gabriel and Elena attended with their children. The local residents explained the activities, introduced them to the participants, and showed them how the traditional processions were organized.
When the time came for the demonstration, several men volunteered to be ridden by the women who had agreed to take part. Everything was handled with care, following the rules established by the group.
Clara watched, fascinated, as people in festive attire sang songs. Mateo, meanwhile, kept asking why so many people used horse-related terms when referring to their friends.
"Because traditions also transform language," his father explained. "A word can take on a special meaning within a community."
At the end of the day, Don Anselmo approached Gabriel and Elena.
"Now you know the town a little better. Integrating doesn't mean ceasing to be who you are. It means learning how we live here and finding a way to share in our customs."
Elena smiled.
"I think we're starting to understand. For you, these equestrian terms are much more than just words, they are part of your history."
"Exactly," Mercedes replied. "And every family writes its own chapter."
That night, on their way home, Gabriel and Elena talked about what they had learned. They still had many questions, but they no longer viewed the tradition as an inexplicable oddity. They were beginning to see it as a cultural universe with its own vocabulary, its own norms, and its own ways of building a community.
And so, little by little, Elena and Gabriel's family began to find their place in San Jeronimo.
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Elena's Transformation
From her very first day in San Jeronimo, Elena began adopting the traditional attire worn by the town's horsewomen. She explained that she wanted to better understand local customs and feel like part of the community that had welcomed her family.
Her new outfit consisted of a cropped top or a fitted blouse, tied at the waist, paired with jeans or denim shorts. She completed the look with high-heeled, knee-high boots, a wide-brimmed hat, and sunglasses. The clothing accentuated her figure: a full bust, a narrow waist, wide hips, and strong thighs. Elena, a mother of two, wore her new attire with a level of confidence that stood in stark contrast to her husband's shyness.
Before long, the local women began to recognize her by her style.
"Elena, you're a true San Jeronimo horsewoman!" Mercedes exclaimed upon seeing her arrive in the town square.
Elena adjusted her hat and smiled.
"I'm still learning the customs, but I thought I should start by embracing the local style of dress."
"Clothing is part of the tradition," Mercedes replied, "though every horsewoman has her own unique style."
When Gabriel saw her that first afternoon, he noticed that Elena walked with greater self-assurance. Her boots clicked against the cobblestones, and the brim of her hat cast a shadow over her sunglasses.
"I see that San Jeronimo is already leaving its mark on you," he remarked.
"I'm discovering a new side of this place," Elena responded. "I want to take part in the celebrations, get to know the people, and understand what it means to be a horsewoman here."
For Elena, her attire was more than just a matter of appearance. It was her first visible step toward engaging with a tradition she had previously only observed from the outside (though she kept certain secrets to herself). She was expected to learn their social codes, their affectionate expressions, and the rules that governed the families' participation, all of which she had been introduced to from their very first meeting.
And the Sunday, when she arrived at the town square, wearing her hat and boots, accompanied by her new friends, a different chapter of her life in San Jeronimo would begin.
Elena's "surprise?"
Elena was walking through the square in San Jeronimo when she saw several men arrive, carrying equipment that looked as if it had come straight from an old cattle ranch. Each man wore a saddle on his shoulders, complete with stirrups, leather cinches, and various other riding accessories, slung over his shoulder. They also wore bits and bridles.
She stopped beside Mercedes and watched as each piece was carefully inspected.
"Is all of this part of the tradition?" Elena asked, gesturing toward the gear.
"Yes, these items are part of the activities and ceremonies," Mercedes replied. "Preparing the equipment is just as important as the riders' attire."
Elena looked back at the saddles. One might have assumed that the equestrian elements in San Jeronimo were merely a matter of vocabulary, clothing, and traditional games. But this meticulous preparation suggested something far more organized.
*They take things seriously here,* she thought.
A man wearing a dark hat approached to greet them.
"Good morning, Ama Elena (Mistress Elena). This afternoon, we'll be holding a demonstration of our customs. Before we begin, we'll explain the significance of each item and the rules for participation."
"I'd love to see that," she replied with a smile, though, in truth, she was already familiar with it all. "I'm still discovering everything that lies behind this tradition."
The kneeling man smiled.
"That's the best part about San Jeronimo: there's always something new to learn."
Elena adjusted her wide-brimmed hat and continued to watch the preparations. His curiosity had grown, but he also understood that, before taking part in any ceremony, he needed to learn its rules and decide how he wished to participate.
That afternoon's celebration promised to reveal a facet of San Jeronimo that, until then, he had barely imagined.
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The Ceremony of the San Jeronimo Riders
Elena took a spot next to Mercedes, near the main square. Conversations died down as the male participants spread out across the ceremonial space and knelt, forming several rows.
Then, the women appeared.
Each wore the traditional attire of the riders: wide-brimmed hats, blouses knotted at the waist, jeans, and tall boots. Their spurs jingled with every step, and they carried reins and riding crops as part of their ceremonial gear.
Elena watched as each woman approached her partner, or horse, she had been assigned. The participants had rehearsed this sequence and knew their positions.
The ceremony began with a musical cue.
Following protocol, each woman took the reins and attached them to her partner's bridle. She then mounted, settling into the saddle with her feet in the stirrups. Each rider-and-horse pair performed a choreographed sequence of movements and positions, symbolizing the bond between rider and horse within the San Jeronimo tradition.
With the men remaining on foot, the pairs moved across the square, following the rider's commands. The reins held by the women were part of the performance, while the riding crops and spurs served as traditional accessories.
The sound of footsteps on the cobblestones blended with the music and the applause of the spectators.
Elena watched, fascinated.
"Now I understand why they call it a 'ceremony' rather than just a custom," she remarked to Mercedes. "Every movement seems to carry meaning."
"Exactly," her friend replied. "For us, this equestrian vocabulary is part of our collective identity. But what's essential is that everyone knows the choreography, respects the rules, and participates of their own free will." Elena turned her gaze toward the couples moving across the square. What had initially seemed like a collection of colorful, quirky displays revealed itself to be an organized, staged tradition, complete with costumes, music, symbols, and shared conventions.
An unexpected scene in the square
The music quickened, and the couples began to make their way across the square to the beat of the drums (the women riding the men, and the men, in turn, being ridden by the women). At several points during the performance, some of the men let out loud neighs, drawing expressions of admiration from some of the onlookers.
Elena couldn't hold back her laughter.
"I wasn't expecting that!" she remarked, covering her mouth with her hand.
Amused, Mercedes gave her a gentle nudge with her elbow.
"Elena! Remember, it's all part of the performance."
"Forgive me," Elena replied, still laughing. "It just caught me completely by surprise."
She adjusted her hat and looked back toward the square, this time paying closer attention to the ceremonial gestures and the reactions of the crowd.
Then, Elena spotted Gabriel. Her husband had stopped near one of the food stalls and was watching the activity with a curious expression.
"Gabriel! Come over, you have to see this!" she called out, raising her arm.
He walked over and stood beside her.
"What did I miss?"
"The neighing," Elena answered with a smile. "At first, I thought I hadn't heard it right."
Gabriel watched the couples as they paraded by.
"It seems everyone here takes this performance very seriously."
"That's exactly what I thought when I saw all the gear they were setting up this morning."
Mercedes chimed in to explain that the neighing was part of the identity of certain groups, and that each group had its own unique way of enlivening the celebrations.
Gabriel observed the ceremony for a few moments, then looked over at Elena. "It seems we'll have to attend more than one celebration to learn all the customs."
"Certainly!" she replied.
The two of them stayed beside Mercedes, watching the procession. Elena was not a newcomer observing the tradition from the outside; she recognized its codes, its expressions, and its rituals. And, for the first time, she was enjoying it all alongside her husband.
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The Unexpected Invitation
The music ended with a final roll of drums, and the riders dismounted as part of the spectacle. They then began to walk toward the audience, grabbing the reins of her respective horses (the man who had been accompanying her being ridden by her) as the men followed her across the plaza (main square) to the sound of the spectators' applause.
Elena was watching the scene alongside Gabriel and Mercedes when a young woman approached them.
She was beautiful, with a cheerful expression and a warm, friendly manner. She wore a wide-brimmed hat, tall boots with spurs, and a Western-style outfit that matched those of the other participants.
"Good afternoon," she said with a smile. "Are you Elena, the wife of the engineer who just arrived in town?"
"Yes, that's me. What is your name?"
"My name is Valeria. Welcome to our tradition!"
Valeria handed Elena the reins of the man who had been accompanying her, her horse. Following the protocol of the presentation, the man knelt before Elena.
Elena's eyes widened in apparent surprise; she looked first at the reins she had just received, then back at Valeria.
"Are you inviting me to participate?"
"Exactly," the young woman replied. "It's our way of welcoming those who wish to experience the custom from the inside."
Gabriel watched the scene with curiosity.
Beside him, Mercedes smiled, recognizing the look of bewilderment on her friend's face.
"Don't worry," she said. "You can ask how it works before you decide."
Elena held the reins carefully, clearly unsure of what to do next.
"Thank you, Valeria. I would love to learn more about the tradition, but you'll have to explain what is expected of me."
"Of course!" Valeria replied. "No one here is expected to know everything from the very first day."
The young woman began to explain the rules of participation, while Gabriel and Mercedes listened. For Elena, that invitation represented something new: the community was no longer just showing her their customs; they were opening a door, inviting her to decide whether she wanted to become a part of them.
Elena's First Decision
Elena glanced at Gabriel before deciding what to do. Her husband watched the scene with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. The ceremony was far more unusual than either of them had imagined when they first arrived in San Jeronimo.
Valeria waited patiently, a smile on her face.
Elena turned her gaze back to the kneeling participant and took the reins in both hands. She pulled them firmly, mimicking the gesture she had just observed during the demonstration. Following the established protocol, the man moved forward a few steps on his knees.
Elena pulled the reins again, and he came to a stop right in front of her, still on his knees.
For a moment, the surrounding chatter seemed to fade away. Elena stood tall, her high boots planted firmly on the cobblestones of the plaza, the wide brim of her hat casting a shadow over her glasses.
Gabriel blinked, taken aback by the confidence with which his wife had performed the gesture.
"You're learning fast, it seems," he remarked at last.
Elena turned her head toward him and smiled.
"I'm trying to understand how all of this works."
Valeria let out a friendly chuckle.
"And you're doing a wonderful job! Just remember that every participant has their own limits, and the reins are simply part of our presentation. The most important thing is that everyone feels comfortable."
Elena relaxed her grip and looked at the man, who rose to his feet as the protocol dictated. She then handed the reins back to Valeria.
"Thank you for the invitation. I understand now why this tradition sparks so much curiosity among newcomers."
Gabriel stepped a little closer to his wife.
"We'll certainly have plenty of stories to tell when we get back home." Elena laughed and took him by the arm. The square returned to its usual bustle, while young Valeria said her goodbyes to go and join the other participants.
Clearly, Elena still had much to learn about San Jeronimo, but she had just taken her first step into that unique tradition.
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An Unexpected Request
"Valeria, give me your horse!" Elena called out suddenly.
Valeria turned, surprised by the enthusiasm of this spectacular woman, someone she had only recently come to know. She then glanced at Gabriel, who raised his eyebrows as if to ask his wife what she had come up with this time.
"Do you want to take part in the next part of the ceremony?" Valeria asked, amused.
"Yes!" Elena replied, adjusting her wide-brimmed hat. "Since I'm already here, I want to experience the tradition firsthand."
Valeria laughed and stepped closer. "All right, Elena. But first, I'll explain how this part is organized. Every participant needs to know the signals, the positions, and the safety rules."
Elena nodded firmly. "I'm listening."
As Valeria explained the procedure, Gabriel watched his wife with an expression that hovered between disbelief and admiration. The same woman who, just a few weeks earlier, had arrived in San Jeronimo knowing nothing of its customs, was now asking to participate of her own accord.
Mercedes approached Gabriel and remarked in a low voice, "Your wife is more curious than we imagined."
"So it seems," he replied with a smile.
Once the explanation was finished, Valeria offered Elena the chance to join the upcoming demonstration, provided both (Elena and the horse) were comfortable with the roles they would play.
Elena accepted, delighted.
The music began again, and the spectators turned their gaze toward the ladies. For Elena, this was no longer just a strange custom observed from the town square; it had become an experience she had chosen to explore for herself.
The Reins of Tradition
Valeria handed the reins to Elena with a smile. "Now it's your turn. Remember the instructions I gave you."
Elena took them and looked toward the participant, who remained kneeling as part of the ceremonial presentation. He leaned down and kissed Elena's tall boots, while she grabbed the reins in one hand.
The jingle of spurs accompanied the movement. Wearing a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, Elena watched the scene with a mix of surprise and curiosity. Just a few weeks earlier, these equestrian customs had seemed strange to her; now, she was taking part in a ceremony that the local people considered a core part of their collective identity.
Gabriel watched it all from among the spectators.
"I still find it hard to believe that we're experiencing this," he remarked to Mercedes.
"In time, you'll learn what each gesture means," she replied. "What matters is understanding the tradition and respecting those who take part."
Elena loosened the reins slightly and smiled at Valeria, who remained by her side to guide her through the demonstration.
The music began to play again, and applause filled the square. For Elena, the afternoon had become an unforgettable experience, and Gabriel was beginning to realize that the customs of San Jeronimo possessed their own ceremonial language, a language rich in symbols that they had yet to fully discover.
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A New Addition to Elena's Stable
In the town square, a newcomer named Sebastian appeared. He had secured a contract as a technician in San Jeronimo and had been in town for only two days when he attended the traditional celebration in the square.
It was there that he saw Elena for the first time.
She stood out among the participants in her form-fitting riding habit, wide-brimmed hat, dark sunglasses, leather gloves, and tall boots adorned with silver spurs. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders, and her confident bearing drew the gaze of everyone present.
Before her, and close by, a participant knelt, dressed in the group's ceremonial attire. The man bowed his head and kissed Elena's boots.
Sebastian watched the scene, fascinated by the protocol and the authority Elena commanded.
"I want to be her horse ... to be ridden by her!" he exclaimed spontaneously.
His coworker, standing beside him, burst into laughter.
"Lad, you've only just arrived, and already you want to join Elena's stable!"
Sebasti'n blushed, but he did not retract his words.
"I'm serious. I want to learn about this tradition and take part."
As if she had heard him, Elena turned her head toward him. With a calm, deliberate motion, she adjusted her hat and approached, the jingling of her spurs accompanying her every step.
"Are you one of the new hires?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am. My name is Sebastian." Elena, striking in appearance and dressed in a riding habit that highlighted the beauty of her face and hair, retained a slender waist despite having brought two children into the world. Clad in a form-fitting outfit, complete with a hat, sunglasses, gloves, and high boots, she observed him from behind her dark lenses. Then, she smiled, amused by the enthusiasm he could barely conceal.
"So, you want to join my stable. Well, first you'll have to learn the customs of San Jeronimo."
"I am ready to learn," he replied.
"That's good. But here, it's not enough to simply put on an outfit and repeat the words of others. You must understand the meaning behind the gestures, the rules of the ceremony, and the boundaries set by each participant."
Sebastian nodded, his expression serious.
Elena gested toward Mercedes, who was organizing the participants near the bandstand.
"She will explain how our tradition works. Afterward, you can decide if you'd like to join one of the groups."
"And will you teach me personally?" Sebastian asked, full of hope.
Elena tilted her hat slightly.
"That will depend on how you fare in your first few lessons."
Gabriel, who had been watching the exchange from a few meters away, approached with a nervous smile.
"Elena, it looks like your stable has a new hopeful."
"A hopeful, Gabriel, not yet a member," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Mercedes then called Sebastian over to explain the agenda for the upcoming gathering.
As he walked away, he glanced back at Elena. She was already conversing with other participants, serene and elegant, as if the entire plaza (main square) were her own private stage.
Sebastian realized he had just stumbled upon one of the most unique traditions of his new home. His initiation had only just begun, and he would have much to learn before he could take part in the ceremony under Elena's guidance. In San Jeronimo, newcomers had to earn their place in the stable.
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A Tour Through San Jeronimo
Sebastian continued to watch Elena as she prepared to walk across the town square with the other participants in the ceremony.
Elena held the reins of the man who followed her, staying one step behind and slightly to the side. He moved on all fours, as required by tradition, and whenever she stopped to speak with a neighbor, he would bow his head and kiss her high boots, following the protocol they had both agreed upon.
The jingling of Elena's spurs blended with the low hum of the square. Her wide-brimmed hat, dark sunglasses, and leather gloves completed her equestrian attire.
Along the way, Elena exchanged greetings with several families. Every so often, she would pause to hear some news or introduce a newcomer. Her companion would kiss her high boots even as they resumed their walk.
Sebastian followed a few paces behind, fascinated by the natural ease with which the locals incorporated this custom into their celebrations.
"Do they always participate in this way?" he asked Mercedes.
"There are different variations," she explained. "Each group establishes its own protocol, and participants must know and accept it before taking part."
At that moment, Elena turned toward them.
"Sebastian, what do you think of our town?"
"It becomes more interesting by the minute," he replied. "I've never seen a tradition like this."
Elena smiled and adjusted her hat.
"Then start by learning. In San Jeronimo, appearances may catch your eye, but it's only by understanding the customs themselves that you can truly grasp what they mean."
Sebastian nodded. He now realized that if he wished to become part of this tradition, he would have to listen, observe, and learn its rules before taking the next step. Elena's Demonstration in San Jeronimo
Elena stopped in the middle of the plaza and raised a hand to signal that the demonstration would continue. Her wide-brimmed hat cast a shadow over her dark glasses, while the buckles on her boots glinted in the sun.
The participant accompanying her moved from an all-fours position to his knees, following a familiar sequence. The onlookers fell silent, watching for the next move.
Elena settled into a saddle, specially designed for her to ride atop her partner, which was positioned across his shoulders. She placed her feet in the stirrups and took up the reins, while the coordinators checked that everything was ready for the next phase.
"Rise!" Elena commanded in a firm voice.
The participant stood up, and the two began a choreographed routine. Elena guided the sequence using the reins, a riding crop, and spurs. Music set the rhythm for their movements.
From the crowd, Sebastian watched the scene with fascination. Elena's self-assurance, her impeccable attire, and the precision of the movements lent the ceremony a solemn air.
"Now I understand why everyone admires her," he murmured.
Mercedes smiled.
"Elena has presence, but she also knows that a good performance requires preparation, mutual trust, and clear rules."
When the sequence concluded, the spectators applauded. Elena dismounted from her partner and thanked him with a nod of her head.
Sebastian realized that this tradition demanded far more than just costumes and striking gestures; behind the spectacle lay rehearsals, coordination, and agreements among the participants. And if he wanted to be a part of it, he would have to start by learning all of that.
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Elena guided the demonstration toward the spot where Gabriel was watching, standing beside Mercedes and Sebastian.
The rider looked striking in her wide-brimmed hat, dark sunglasses, leather gloves, and tall boots fitted with silver spurs. Her saddle and other equestrian gear completed her ceremonial attire. She was mounted upon the shoulders of her companion.
The man beneath her remained upright as she steered him through the group's choreography. Elena held the reins, setting the rhythm of the performance with precise gestures. Her riding crop and spurs were instruments of her command, while music accompanied their every move.
Upon reaching the area in front of Gabriel, Elena brought the sequence to a halt.
"What do you think of our demonstration?" she asked, tilting the brim of her hat slightly.
Gabriel looked at her with a mixture of astonishment and amusement.
"Every time I think I've grasped the customs of San Jeronimo, I discover something new."
Elena laughed softly and adjusted the reins in her hands.
"There is still so much for you to learn, my dear."
Beneath Elena, the participant waited for the next cue in the choreography. Elena gave a prearranged signal, and together they performed a final salute, drawing applause from the local onlookers.
Sebastian watched the scene with admiration. He no longer saw merely an eye-catching costume or an eccentric ceremony; he recognized a tradition with its own unique codes, music, and cast of characters.
As the performance concluded, Gabriel offered his arm to Elena.
"Shall we take a stroll around the square?"
"Of course," she replied. "But this time, we'll walk together."
She dismounted, and the two walked away among the fair stalls, the soft, rhythmic jingle of Elena's spurs echoing against the cobblestones. Gabriel asked, intrigued, "Why did you instruct the lad Sebastian to learn the customs of San Jeronimo so he could join your stable? Have you ridden other men before?"
Elena burst into laughter, raising a gloved hand to the brim of her hat to hide the smile that had slipped out. Gabriel knew her all too well; that expression, somewhere between amused and guilty, was the same one she wore whenever she was keeping a surprise.
"Gabriel!" she protested, feigning indignation. "Since when have you become an investigator of your wife's secrets?"
"Ever since my wife started recruiting lads for her own stable without explaining the details to me," he replied, crossing his arms. "And, from what I can see, Sebastian isn't the first."
Elena pressed her lips together to stifle another laugh. Then, she stepped toward her husband and adjusted his shirt collar with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with her equestrian bearing. "Let's just say that San Jeronimo has more customs than you imagined when we first arrived. At first, I also thought it was all just a colorful performance for the town festivals. Later, I discovered that many women take their roles as riders very seriously, and that there are men who enjoy participating in these ceremonies by acting as their horses."
"That explains part of it," Gabriel countered. "But it still doesn't answer my question. Have you ridden other men before?"
Elena looked at him over the rim of her dark glasses. A smile spread across her face once more.
"And what if I told you I had?"
Gabriel's eyes widened in surprise.
"Elena!"
She laughed even harder. "Look at that face! Don't worry, my dear. I'm talking about the town performances, with participants who know exactly what they're signing up for." "Once, during a celebration, I was invited to take on the role of lead rider. I accepted out of curiosity, and I must admit, I enjoyed it more than I expected."
"And you didn't think to tell me?"
"I thought about it," she admitted, "but I wanted to find the right moment. Besides, I was curious to see how long it would take you to figure it out on your own."
Gabriel shook his head, though he was already laughing.
"So, what about Sebastian?"
"Sebastian showed up asking about the traditions; he observed how our group of riders was organized and expressed an interest in joining. I told him that, first, he'd have to learn the rules, the meaning behind the gestures, and the responsibilities of each participant. I don't want anyone joining just because they think it's fun to be ridden by somebody who wear a hat or parade through the town square."
"And why your group, specifically?" Gabriel pressed.
This time, Elena took off her glasses and looked straight at him.
"Because I want to organize it my way, with discipline, elegance, and respect. And because, if I'm going to participate as a rider, I prefer to do it with people who trust me and understand that this is a tradition enacted by adults who have fully embraced their roles."
Gabriel remained silent for a moment. Then, he tilted his head, still intrigued.
"Fair enough. I understand why Sebastian wants to get in. What I don't get is why you seem so pleased to have him there."
Elena leaned close to his ear and whispered:
"Because you haven't yet seen the ceremony we're preparing for the upcoming celebration."
Gabriel pulled back just enough to look at her.
"What ceremony?"
She put her glasses back on, adjusted her gloves, and walked toward the door with an enigmatic smile.
"That, my dear, is something you'll have to discover on Sunday."
"Elena, you can't leave me hanging like this!"
"Of course I can. I'm the rider of this house. Do you remember?"
And she walked out, laughing, leaving Gabriel standing in the doorway, realizing that his wife had not only discovered a new side to San Jeronimo, but had also found a very particular way to keep him intrigued.
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The First Ride from the Road to the Village (1) Elena Rode
Elena said to Gabriel, "Let me give you a hint. Do you remember the day we arrived in San Jeronimo?"
He replied, "Yes, I remember it well. We arrived at midday at the terminal located on the main road, where a group was waiting for us. We men continued the journey on foot to the village, it was many kilometers and took several hours. The ladies stayed behind, waiting for horses to ride... Wait! Was it that kind of horse?"
Elena couldn't hold back her laughter as she watched Gabriel piece together his memories of that day. She leaned against the doorframe, crossed her arms, and tilted her head with an expression of innocence that was far too studied to be convincing.
"Well, well, Gabriel! You have quite the memory!" she said. "You remember every last detail of the trip."
"Elena, answer me!" he retorted, pointing a finger at her. "We men walked for hours along that road, carrying the suitcases, while you all stayed at the terminal. I assumed you were waiting for actual horses."
"And there *were* actual horses, my dear," she replied, amused. "The first ones to arrive were saddled and bridled animals, ready for the ladies who wished to cover the final stretch on horseback. But then, the participants in the San Jeronimo equestrian ceremony arrived as well."
Gabriel stared at her.
"Participants?"
"Yes. The group that met us wasn't just a collection of locals coming to welcome us. Mercedes explained to me later that, during the village festivities, the word 'horse' is also used to refer to adult men who agree to be horses. The women participating as riders can mount and guide them during certain parades and reenactments."
Gabriel ran a hand across his forehead.
"Good heavens!" "Are you telling me that, while I was walking along thinking about how long the road was, you were discovering that, here, women could ride men?"
"Not exactly," Elena replied, raising a finger. "That day, I was only just learning about the local customs. Don't mistake my curiosity for experience. I learned much more later on, once I started talking with Mercedes and Valeria."
Gabriel looked at her with renewed suspicion.
"But now you're telling me that you've taken part in these ceremonies and that you're planning something with Sebastian. When did all this happen?"
Elena stepped closer, took his hands in hers, and spoke in a softer voice.
"Little by little, Gabriel. At first, I was just an observer. Then, I agreed to learn the protocol followed by the riders. And when the opportunity arose, I took part in a demonstration, riding a volunteer who knew the rules perfectly. It was an unexpected experience, and I discovered that I enjoyed taking on that role."
"And I didn't know a thing about it?"
"You were busy with work, the house, and the children. I didn't want to tell you about something that I didn't even fully understand myself yet. I wanted to know what it all meant before trying to explain it to you."
Gabriel stared at her for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.
"So, that welcome of yours held more secrets than a novel!"
"And that's not even mentioning what happened after we got settled in," Elena said.
He stopped laughing.
"There's more?"
She smiled, adjusted her hat, and walked toward the courtyard, where the sound of a horse's hooves could be heard against the stones.
"So much more. But if you want to find out, you. ll have to come with me to the town square on Sunday. This time, you won't have to walk for miles without knowing where you're headed."
Gabriel followed her, still intrigued.
"Alright. But I have one condition: no more secrets about the ceremony."
Elena turned her head, with... ...a mischievous glint behind her glasses.
"I'll do my best to explain everything to you. Though I can't promise you won't still be surprised."
And as the two of them crossed the courtyard, Gabriel began to suspect that his arrival in San Jeronimo had been far more than a simple change of residence. They had entered a town with its own rules, its own ceremonies, and its own traditional roles, and Elena seemed determined to uncover every last one of its mysteries.
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The first ride from the road to the village (2) Elena rode human horses
Gabriel asked, "And on that first day, did you ride a real horse, or a human horse?"
Elena replied, "I rode human horses. I learned how to place a bit in their mouths, bridle them, saddle them, ride them, and guide them using reins, a crop, and spurs. It was fun!"
Gabriel stood frozen in the middle of the courtyard. He looked at Elena, then at the hat she held in her hands, and finally back at her, as if hoping to discover that it was all just a joke.
"Wait a minute. On our first day in San Jeronimo, you rode a human horse?"
Elena nodded with a radiant smile.
"That's right! I rode human horses, not just one, but several. It happened during the welcome. While you all were walking along the path, Mercedes invited me to stay with the other women. I thought I was going to watch a parade, but I ended up taking part in a little lesson."
"A lesson?" Gabriel raised his eyebrows. "And what exactly did they teach you?"
"How to insert the bit, put on the bridle, adjust the saddle, and learn the signals used during a performance. They also explained how to handle the reins, how the crop and spurs were incorporated into the riders' traditional attire, and how to use them to urge on my human horse."
Gabriel's mouth fell open in surprise.
"All that in a single day?"
"No, my dear. don't go thinking I became an expert in just a few hours!" Elena laughed. "That day, I learned the basics and took part in a pre-arranged demonstration. The reins were part of the act of domination, and the other cues were practiced with great care. I continued to learn more afterward."
"And did you enjoy it?"
Elena took off her sunglasses and looked at him with an expression of genuine enthusiasm.
"I loved it! I enjoyed the attire, the ceremony, the focus required to coordinate with another person, my horse, and, above all, the confidence with which the women embraced their roles. I felt a bit clumsy at first, of course. Mercedes had to correct my posture several times."
"I wish I could have seen you!" Gabriel exclaimed. "I was walking along that path, complaining about the dust and wondering how much further it was, while you were off having an adventure I knew absolutely nothing about."
"And it wasn't even over yet," Elena added.
Gabriel narrowed his eyes.
"That remark of yours is starting to worry me."
"Don't be so dramatic." She kissed him on the cheek. "The most interesting part was that, once the demonstration ended, Mercedes asked if I'd like to take part again sometime. I said yes, though I had no idea then just how deeply I'd end up getting involved in the town's traditions."
"And now you've got a stable of your own in the works, you're training Sebastian, and you're preparing a surprise for Sunday," Gabriel listed. "It all fits together."
"I see you're finally learning to follow the clues!"
He let out a laugh and offered her his arm.
"Very well, my lady rider. I'll accompany you to the square on Sunday. I want to experience these customs firsthand, and, while I'm at it, find out what on earth you've got planned with Sebastian."
Elena took his arm with an exaggeratedly solemn bow.
"It would be my pleasure, Mr. Gabriel. But remember one thing: in San Jeronimo, before you take part in a ceremony, you have to listen to the instructions."
"And who will be giving them to me? Mercedes?"
Elena adjusted her hat and smiled.
"This time, it'll be me." Gabriel sighed, feeling both resigned and amused.
"I was afraid of that."
And Elena, delighted to have finally piqued her husband's curiosity, began to explain that Sunday would be no mere stroll through the square, but rather his first chance to witness, from the inside, the ceremonial world she had discovered almost by accident the day she arrived.
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The first ride from the road to the village (3): Elena rode several human horses.
Gabriel grew thoughtful as Elena recalled, in greater detail, that first day in San Jeronimo.
"Wait, let me get this straight," he said. "You didn't arrive in the village riding an real equine horse; instead, you rode, switching between several human horses in the ceremony along the way?"
Elena smiled, surprised that he was finally piecing the story together correctly.
"Exactly. The welcoming party had organized the arrival in a very unique way. While the men who had just arrived walked from the roadside terminal to the village, several of the newly arrived women took part in a traditional equestrian-style display. I was a newcomer and knew almost nothing about these customs, so I accepted the invitation."
"And what were you wearing?" Gabriel asked, increasingly intrigued.
Elena stood up to show him her outfit, describing it with the pride of someone who still holds a vivid, memorable image of it in her mind.
"I wore a wide-brimmed hat, sunglasses, a tight-fitting blouse knotted at the waist, denim shorts, leather gloves, and high-heeled boots. Mercedes had explained to me that this attire was customary for riders during certain celebrations."
"No wonder you remember every single detail!" Gabriel exclaimed. "You must have really turned some heads."
"I won't deny that a few people turned to look at me," she replied with a laugh. "I was still trying to figure out the rules. The participants took turns during the display, and each switch was made according to the organizers' instructions. Everything was new to me, the protocol, the signals, and this peculiar way of welcoming those arriving in the village."
Gabriel shook his head, amused. "While I arrived exhausted, covered in dust, and dreaming only of a bed, you were stepping into your new role as a horsewoman."
"And little did I know it would end up becoming one of my favorite pastimes!" Elena added.
She then walked over to a chest of drawers and pulled out a photograph she had tucked away among some keepsakes from the trip. In it, she appeared wearing a wide-brimmed hat, dark sunglasses, a knotted blouse, denim shorts, and tall boots. Surrounding her were members of the group she had arrived with, along with several local residents who had come out to welcome the newcomers.
Gabriel took the photograph and studied it closely.
"So, this was the true beginning of your journey with the horsewomen of San Jeronimo."
"Yes," Elena replied. "I arrived thinking I was just going to see a new town. I never imagined that such a welcome would lead me to discover such a unique tradition,or that, one day, I'd be managing my own stable."
Gabriel handed the photograph back with a smile.
"Now I understand why your eyes light up whenever you talk about Sunday."
Elena put the picture away and slipped her sunglasses back on.
"Well, get ready, my dear, because this time, you'll be able to join me from the very beginning and learn the whole story."
And Gabriel, who until then had believed he knew every secret his wife possessed, began to suspect that San Jeronimo still had plenty of surprises in store for them both.
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The First Ride from the Road to the Town (4) Elena Is the Rider
Gabriel fell into deep thought as Elena reconstructed the events of that first day in San Jeronimo. Suddenly, he recalled a scene that had seemed perfectly normal at the time, but now took on a very different meaning.
"Wait, Elena!" he exclaimed. "I remember the path from the terminal quite clearly now. We men were traveling on foot, carrying our belongings, while you women stayed behind to wait for the mounts. Before long, we began to see several ladies riding equine horses pass by! Some even galloped past us at full speed to reach the town as quickly as possible!"
Elena smiled and nodded.
"That's exactly how it was. The organizers had arranged for the ladies to cover part of the journey on horseback. Some wanted to arrive early to get settled, while others preferred to take their time and enjoy the scenery."
"And I also remember that some caught up with us along the way and continued on alongside their relatives or friends. The ladies were on horseback, and the men walked beside them, chatting as if it were the most natural thing in the world."
"Because, for the people of San Jeronimo, it was," Elena replied. "It was a welcome organized according to local customs. Each pair could choose how to make the journey, selecting from the options provided by the welcoming party."
Gabriel frowned, trying to piece it all together.
"But there's something I don't understand. I didn't see you ride past on a horse. And I don't recall you riding alongside me, either. Where were you?"
Elena lowered her gaze for a moment, then let out a soft laugh.
"That's precisely the part you hadn't discovered yet!"
"Elena, don't tell me that!"
"Well, while you were moving along with the others, I was having a very different experience. Mercedes introduced me to several of the participants in the welcoming ceremony. It was explained to me that, in certain local traditions, the term "horse" was also used to refer to the adult men who agreed to take on that role."
Gabriel's eyes widened.
"So, when I saw the ladies riding equine horses, you were busy preparing a different way to make the journey?"
"Exactly. I wasn't in any rush to reach the town. I stayed behind to chat with the organizers, watching how the ceremony was being prepared and learning the rules. When they invited me to take part, I accepted."
"Is that why I didn't see you pass by us?"
"Precisely. While you were likely imagining me riding one of the horses we'd been promised, I was actually traveling along a different stretch of the path."
Gabriel laughed, still finding it hard to believe.
"Incredible! I saw the other ladies ride past us and assumed you'd appear right behind them, mounted on a chestnut or a white horse. It never occurred to me that your arrival in town would be so different!"
Elena took his hand.
"And that's the curious thing about that day, Gabriel. We all set off from the same starting point, yet we didn't all experience the same journey. You remember the dust, the hours spent walking, and the ladies who rode past you. I remember the hat, Mercedes' initial explanations, and my own surprise at discovering a tradition I'd never even imagined."
Gabriel looked at her, his smile growing ever wider.
"Now I understand why, when you finally arrived in town, you seemed to know everyone."
"I didn't know everyone," Elena replied. "But I had asked plenty of questions and stumbled upon something that truly piqued my curiosity."
"And that curiosity ended up turning you into one of the most recognizable riders in town."
Elena lifted her chin, feigning a solemn expression.
"You'll have to see for yourself this Sunday."
Gabriel sighed and burst out laughing.
"Sunday again! All right, horsewoman. But this time, I want you to tell me the whole story, from the moment we got off the bus."
"Deal," she replied. "Though I should warn you: there are details about that welcome that you'll only truly grasp once you see the ceremony with your own eyes."
And once again, Gabriel wondered how a journey he remembered as nothing more than a long trek under the sun could have become, for Elena, the beginning of such an unexpected adventure.
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The First Ride from the Road to the Village (5) Kissing Elena's Boots
Elena said, "That first time, my human horses, prostrate before me, kissed my boots. I learned how to place the bit into the mouths of the men I would ride, between their teeth; how to fasten the bridle straps; how to position a saddle with stirrups across their shoulders or backs and cinch it tight; and how to ride and guide them using reins, a crop, and spurs."
Gabriel listened to Elena with growing astonishment. She spoke of that first day with a mixture of pride and nostalgia, as if she could still feel the dust of the trail and recall every detail of her unexpected initiation into the customs of San Jeronimo.
"On that first occasion," Elena continued, "the participants in the ceremony knelt before me and kissed my boots as part of a ritual greeting. I wasn't quite sure how to react. Mercedes had to explain that these gestures held ceremonial significance within the local tradition and that each participant had already accepted his role."
Gabriel tilted his head.
"And did they also teach you all that equestrian vocabulary you use now?"
"It all started that very day!" Elena replied, full of enthusiasm. "They showed me how the bit and bridle functioned in these traditional demonstrations, how to adjust the straps, and how to place a saddle with stirrups onto a human horse. I also learned to check that everything was securely fastened before setting off on any ride."
"And did they let you lead the ceremony afterward?"
"At first, I practiced under Mercedes's supervision. I learned how to handle the reins and use the agreed-upon signals to direct the movements of the presentation." A riding crop and spurs were part of the traditional attire for the horsewomen, though it was explained to me that they were not to be used excessively, certainly not to cause any harm. What mattered most was the coordination and trust among the participants.
Gabriel smiled, picturing his wife, newly arrived in the village, trying to take in so many instructions.
"I know you, Elena. I'm sure that, at first, you wanted to do everything all at once."
"Of course!" she admitted, laughing. "But Mercedes made me repeat every single step until I understood the protocol. She told me that a truly skilled horsewoman isn't the one who asserts her presence the most forcefully, but rather the one who knows how to organize a ceremony with poise, elegance, and respect."
"Now, that sounds like something you would take very seriously."
Elena adjusted her hat and looked out toward the courtyard.
"That day, I discovered that I enjoyed participating, but I also realized I wanted to learn the entire tradition. Over time, I got to know other horsewomen, attended the festivities, and came to understand the responsibility that goes into organizing a group of riders."
Gabriel grew thoughtful.
"And now you want Sebastian to learn those same customs before he joins your group."
"Exactly. It's not enough to just show up in the town square and accept a role. He needs to know the rules, understand the ceremonial gestures, and realize that participation relies on the mutual agreement and trust of everyone involved."
"I'm starting to see it," Gabriel said. "Though it's still hard to imagine that, back when I was walking toward the village, you were just beginning a pursuit that would eventually become such a frequent topic of conversation in our home."
Elena stepped closer and kissed him on the cheek.
"Well, get ready, my dear, because on Sunday, you'll get to meet Mercedes, see how the group is organized, and hear the story of that welcome firsthand."
Gabriel burst into laughter.
"Well, in that case, I certainly won't miss a single minute!" Elena smiled, satisfied. The secret she had kept was beginning to turn into a shared story, and her husband was finally ready to discover the world that had forever changed the way she viewed San Jeronimo.
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The first ride from the road to the village (6): Elena rode both four-legged and two-legged horses.
Elena explained, "I rode on his back while he was on all fours, and on his shoulders while he was standing on his two feet."
Gabriel heard Elena's clarification and raised his eyebrows.
"Wait, I want to get this straight. You took part in both versions during that welcome event?"
Elena smiled, delighted that her husband was beginning to grasp the nuances of the tradition.
"Both! First, I learned how the presentation was organized with a participant in an all-fours position. always on a specially prepared surface and following Mercedes' instructions. A saddle was placed on his back, and I practiced maintaining my balance while holding the reins."
"And the other version, was that when the participant remained standing?"
"Exactly," Elena replied. "In that variation, the rider sits on the man's shoulders during a brief, carefully choreographed demonstration. It wasn't something improvised; we had to ensure stability, agree on signals, and rely on the willing cooperation of everyone involved."
Gabriel grew thoughtful.
"So, that first day wasn't just a parade. It was also your first practical lesson."
"That's right. I arrived knowing almost nothing about the customs of San Jeronimo. Mercedes explained the differences between the two types of performances, how the rotations were organized, and what responsibilities a rider had. I was surprised to discover how much protocol lay behind what, from the outside, looked like a simple exhibition."
"And I suppose you ended up wanting to do it again?"
Elena burst into laughter.
"You know me too well! I enjoyed learning, meeting the other women, and discovering that I could take part in such a unique tradition. But what struck me most was the level of trust that had to exist between everyone."
Gabriel shook his head, amused. "While I was arriving in town, thinking our move would be a fairly conventional adventure, you were already learning two variations of an equestrian ceremony."
"And you hadn't even heard half the story yet," she replied, giving him a wink.
Gabriel sighed theatrically.
"I have a feeling I'm going to need a notebook to take notes this Sunday."
"An excellent idea," Elena said, adjusting her hat. "Because this time, I'll explain the traditions to you from the very beginning, and you can ask Mercedes anything you like."
He offered her his arm.
"Very well, Madam Horsewoman. But this time, don't leave me walking for miles without telling me what you're planning."
Elena linked her arm through his, and they both burst into laughter. The story of that arrival kept revealing new details, and Gabriel began to suspect that his wife had found much more than a new hobby in San Jeronimo: she had found a place to explore a side of herself that even he hadn't known existed.
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The first ride from the road to the village (7): Elena rode on four-legged horses
Elena said, "Riding on someone who is in a quadrupedal position is more intimate, more intense, with me sitting in the saddle, my feet in the stirrups, and him in a beast-like stance, while his rider guides and controls him using reins, a crop, and spurs. I had such fun riding him across the dirt and then through the mud."
Gabriel listened to Elena with a mix of surprise and curiosity. She spoke of that first experience with such vividness that it was as if she were traveling along the path to San Jeronimo all over again.
"Riding on the back of a participant who has taken on a quadrupedal posture is a very different experience from being carried on the shoulders of someone standing upright," Elena explained. "The proximity, the balance, and the coordination make it feel much more intense. I was sitting in the saddle, my feet in the stirrups, holding the reins, while he moved forward, responding to the reins, the crop, and the spurs."
Gabriel looked at her, intrigued.
"And you even went through the mud on that trail?"
"Yes! First, we crossed a stretch of dry ground. Then, we reached an area that had turned muddy from the rain, and we kept going right through it. My outfit ended up covered in splatters!" Elena burst into laughter. "My 'horses' even had to clean my boots when we arrived."
"Now I understand why you remember that day with such excitement!" Gabriel said. "For you, it wasn't just a simple welcome to the village."
"No, my dear. It was the beginning of something new. I learned that this kind of performance required much more than just putting on a hat and holding some reins. You had to coordinate your movements, respect the signals, and ensure that both participants were comfortable and in agreement."
Gabriel smiled and slowly shook his head. "And all the while, as I walked along the path, I was convinced that our greatest adventure would simply be finding the house and unpacking our bags."
"Well, look at that!" Elena replied, planting a kiss on his cheek. "San Jeronimo had a few surprises in store for us."
Gabriel wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I have one last question: when did you decide that, one day, you would have your own stable?"
Elena looked toward the courtyard, where the sun illuminated the stones, and smiled.
"I didn't decide it that first day. It came later, once I realized how much I enjoyed learning and taking part. And now, I want Sebastian to learn the rules before he joins my stable. If he's going to be part of my herd, he needs to know the traditions and understand that trust between the participants comes first."
"So, I'll have a lot to learn on Sunday."
"A great deal, Gabriel," Elena answered with an enigmatic smile. "And this time, you won't miss a single chapter of the story."
Elena took off her dark glasses and looked at Gabriel with a knowing smile. Her cream-colored hat cast a shadow over her face, while her silver spurs glinted in the courtyard lights.
"Gabriel, there's something I haven't told you yet," she said. "After learning about the equestrian traditions of San Jeronimo and trying out the various ceremonial roles, I realized you would be perfect to play the part of a human horse on all fours while I ride on your back, seated in a saddle with stirrups."
Gabriel's eyes widened in surprise.
"Me? And how did you come to that conclusion?"
Elena stepped closer and took his hands in hers.
"Because I know you, because I trust you, and because I believe we could share that experience in a truly special way. But I don't want you to do it just to please me. You'd need to feel comfortable with the idea and learn the rules of the ceremony along with me."
Gabriel glanced at the saddle she had left by the wall.
"So, you can already picture me with all that gear?"
"Of course!" Elena replied, amused. "I can already imagine explaining every detail to you, from the proper posture to the coordination cues. Though, first, you'll have to meet Mercedes and hear her recommendations."
Gabriel let out a laugh.
"I see, not only do you want your own stable, but you also want to recruit your husband!"
"I want us to discover something together that has become a part of my life," Elena said, squeezing his hands. "If you'd like to take part, it will be a shared experience. And if you'd rather remain a spectator, I'll be just as happy."
Gabriel studied her for a few moments and smiled.
"All right. I'll learn about the ceremony on Sunday. After that, we'll see what role I might like to play."
Satisfied, Elena put her dark glasses back on. For the first time, she wasn't thinking solely about her upcoming exhibition; she was imagining how to bring Gabriel into this new world, all while keeping the most important thing in mind: that both of them truly wanted to share the experience.
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The first ride from the road to the village (8): Elena rode two-legged horses.
Elena said, "Riding a man's shoulders on isn't quite as intimate, but it's more practical; a human horse can cover a greater distance in less time. It's ideal for long stretches, like the journey from the road to the village."
Gabriel listened to Elena's explanation and nodded slowly, beginning to understand why the San Jeronimo ceremonies included different modes of participation.
"So, based on what you're telling me, the shoulder-ride is more practical for covering long distances," he said. "Is that why some of the ladies chose it for the journey from the road?"
"Exactly!" Elena replied. "In this tradition, each mode served its own purpose. The shoulder-ride allowed for covering long stretches, while the on-the-back mode, with the man on all fours, was reserved for shorter, more choreographed displays."
"That explains why I saw some women moving so quickly, while others stayed behind with their family members," Gabriel remarked. "The procession had organized different ways of reaching the village."
"That's right. And remember, not everyone participated in the same way. Some women preferred equine horses, while others chose human ones. What mattered was that everyone understood the terms and voluntarily accepted their role."
Gabriel smiled.
"And you, of course, tried both."
"I was curious!" Elena answered with a laugh. "But that first experience also taught me that organization is essential. A long journey requires breaks, coordination, and attention to everyone's safety. It's not just about arriving before everyone else."
"It sounds like I'm in for a real lesson in local history this Sunday."
Elena adjusted her hat and offered him her arm.
"A lesson in history, protocol, and tradition, my dear." Afterward, you can decide what you think of this whole world I discovered the day we arrived.
Gabriel took her arm.
"All right. But this time, I want to hear the full explanation before you surprise me with another revelation."
"I make no promises," Elena said, winking at him.
They both burst into laughter, and their conversation about that first trip turned into a new opportunity to discover the peculiar customs of San Jeronimo together.
Elena stood in the courtyard, dressed in her elaborate equestrian outfit, a fitted leather corset, a cream-colored hat, and tall boots with silver spurs. Gabriel was by her side when she brought up Sebastian.
"Gabriel, do you know who I think would be perfect for the riding on shoulders discipline? Sebastian."
Gabriel looked at her, curious.
"Sebastian? Why him?"
Elena smiled as she adjusted her gloves.
"He has the right disposition to learn; he listens to instructions and seems to understand that acting as a human horse isn't just about letting someone ride you. It requires coordination, balance, and mutual trust. I believe that if he masters the ceremonial technique, and is willing to participate, he could be an excellent partner for that discipline."
"And can you picture yourself sitting on his shoulders, guiding him with the reins?" Gabriel asked, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
"I picture a well-organized demonstration," Elena replied. "I would need to learn to coordinate my movements with his, and he would need to be able to stop at any moment. Trust isn't imposed; it's built."
Gabriel crossed his arms, thoughtful.
"It sounds like you have big plans for Sebastian."
"I have plans for my stable," Elena retorted with a mischievous smile. "But before I assign him any role, I want to talk to him and hear what he'd like to do."
Just then, Sebastian appeared at the far end of the courtyard. Elena waved to him, determined to explain her proposal in person. This time, she didn't want to just imagine a scene; she wanted to organize a ceremony in which every participant understood their function, voluntarily accepted their role, and could enjoy the experience safely.
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Sebastian I (1)
The courtyard was bathed in the golden light of the late afternoon. Elena stood out in the scene, striking in her spectacular equestrian outfit: a cream-colored hat, dark sunglasses, a leather corset, elegant gloves, and high-heeled boots adorned with silver spurs. Her posture was so upright that, in her footwear, she seemed to tower over the two men accompanying her.
Gabriel, her husband, reached roughly to her shoulder, while Sebastian, shorter still, was positioned significantly lower. Elena looked down at both of them with a confident, amused smile.
"Gabriel, Sebastian, I want to show you a part of the ceremony that has fascinated me so much," she announced.
She then gave a prearranged signal to Sebastian. He knelt, lowered himself face-down, crawled toward her, and bowed his head beside her boots. Elena remained motionless, one hand resting on her waist, the reins gathered in the other.
Turning to Gabriel, she caressed his cheek.
"You remain my partner in all of this," she said tenderly.
Gabriel placed his arm around her waist, and they shared a passionate kiss, seemingly forgetting Sebastian's presence. Elena returned the kiss, resting a hand on her husband's shoulder.
At Elena's feet, Sebastian completed the ritual greeting by respectfully kissing the Mistress's boots.
As the couple pulled apart, with Sebastian still kissing her boots, Gabriel looked at Elena with a mix of astonishment and amusement.
"You've certainly picked up a few new customs since arriving in this town."
Elena laughed softly and looked at both men.
"And there are still many more for me to explain to you. But there is one rule here that never changes: every gesture must be consented to by those who take part." Bathed in the glow of the sunset, the scene looked like a unique tableau of San Jeronimo's traditions, with Elena at the center of her newly discovered equestrian world.
Elena said, "Sebastian, stop kissing my boots and stand up." He obeyed.
As Sebastian stood beside her, the difference in their heights became starkly apparent: Elena, in her high-heeled boots and standing tall, looked down at him, while Gabriel occupied a position somewhere between the two. Elena was the tallest; Gabriel's height reached her shoulders, while Sebastian reached Gabriel's shoulders, placing him roughly at the level of Elena's chest, just below her armpits.
Looking striking in her cream-colored hat, dark sunglasses, leather corset, and high-heeled boots, Elena turned toward Sebastian. The height difference meant she had to look down to address him.
With a commanding gesture, she took hold of Sebastian's head and tilted it back. Then, raising her gloved hands, she opened his mouth. Sebastian looked at her in surprise, yet he followed her lead.
Gabriel watched the scene, grasped the provocative tone behind his wife's actions, and uttered a single word:
"Ashtray!"
Elena burst into laughter. She turned toward her husband and gave him an approving look for having understood.
"And a spittoon, too!" she added, amused.
Sebastian, keeping his head still, looking both bewildered and amused, remarked:
"I see the two of you understand each other perfectly."
"We're a couple with quite an imagination!" Elena replied, adjusting her gloves.
Gabriel shook his head, laughing. He understood that Elena was exploring a provocative facet of the customs of San Jeronimo, though he was still struck by how quickly she had integrated this ceremonial language into her daily life.
Elena maintained her commanding, Amazon-like expression, her cream-colored hat and dark sunglasses framing her face. Sebastian stood before her, while Gabriel watched, aware that the scene had taken on a far more provocative tone than the typical equestrian ceremonies of San Jeronimo.
Elena gently held Sebastian's chin and leaned in, her beautiful face hovering over his.
Gabriel let out a soft laugh.
"I see that in your stable, it's not just about learning to follow instructions. One must also learn the protocol."
"Exactly," Elena replied, turning toward him. "A good Amazon knows when to issue a command, and when to pause and ask."
The three exchanged a knowing look. The ceremony would continue, but any further intimate gesture would have to be explicitly agreed upon by those taking part.
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Sebastian I (2)
Elena, dressed in her elaborate Amazonian riding attire, looked down at Sebastian from her commanding height and said in a firm voice:
"I am going to let my saliva fall into your open mouth."
Sebastian looked up at her and nodded, signaling that he understood the proposal. Gabriel, standing beside them, watched the exchange with curiosity.
"Good," Elena said finally, with a smile. "In my stable, clear words and consent always come first."
Gabriel smiled, recognizing the tone his wife had adopted ever since she discovered the traditions of San Jeronimo.
Looking striking in her cream-colored hat, dark sunglasses, leather corset, and silver spurs, Elena leaned toward Sebastian, who kept his face turned toward the sky, his mouth open, just as they had agreed.
Gabriel watched from the side, surprised by the intensity with which his wife had embraced the role of a dominant Amazon. The difference in height made it easy for Elena to lean in close, positioning her beautiful face directly over his.
Slowly, saliva dripped from Elena's lips into Sebastian's open mouth; having received this nectar from her, he swallowed it.
She paused, holding his gaze, the faint jingle of her spurs accompanying the slight movement of her boots as she shifted her stance. The moment hung suspended in the courtyard, bathed in the evening light. She did it again, over and over.
Afterward, Elena straightened up and calmly adjusted her gloves.
"Well, Sebastian, it seems you take my commands very seriously," she remarked with a smile.
Gabriel shook his head, amused.
"Every day, I discover a new side of you."
Elena turned her face toward her husband. "And you still haven't seen my full equestrian exhibition," she replied, with the confident air of someone already planning the next San Jeronimo ceremony.
Gabriel watched Elena, dressed in her spectacular horsewoman's attire, a leather corset, dark glasses, and high boots adorned with silver spurs. Sebastian stood before her, having just tasted and consumed Elena's saliva as part of the private performance they had both agreed upon.
Elena played her role with solemnity, while Gabriel followed every gesture with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment.
When the scene ended, she straightened up, adjusted the brim of her cream-colored hat, and looked at her husband with a satisfied smile.
"What do you think?" she asked.
It took Gabriel a moment to respond.
"I'm beginning to understand why you say San Jeronimo has changed you."
Elena burst into laughter.
"It hasn't changed me completely, Gabriel. It's just added an unexpected chapter to our story!"
Elena adjusted her cream-colored hat and looked at Gabriel, ready to explain another custom she had encountered in San Jeronimo.
"Often, the rider travels across the countryside for quite some time. In our tradition, the human horse accompanies her and can assist with certain practical needs. Sometimes a rider might want to stop to smoke or spit, and at other times, she might need to pause to use the toilet."
Gabriel raised his eyebrows.
"A toilet?"
Elena chuckled.
"Exactly the question I expected you to ask! If a rider needs to urinate or defecate, the proper thing to do is to stop, find a private spot, and use a suitable toilet, and that applies to him and the other men as well."
Gabriel shook his head, amused.
"Every explanation you give me leaves me with three new questions."
"Perfect!" replied Elena, adjusting her gloves. "That way, you'll have something to talk about all afternoon when you chat with Mercedes."
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Sebastian I (3)
Night had fallen over San Jeronimo, and the warm air held the scent of dry earth and the jasmine from the courtyards.
Elena stopped beside Sebastian and spoke with the confidence she had gained since she began participating in the town's equestrian ceremonies.
"Sebastian, wait for me on your knees at the door of my house. I'm going to get ready for the night ride."
Sebastian accepted the instruction and knelt by the entrance, prepared to wait. Elena went inside, leaving the murmur of the street behind.
In her room, Elena got ready unhurriedly. She pulled her hair back into an elegant style, revealing her face, and chose an outfit suited for the warm night: a white crop top, a black denim skort, and high-heeled white boots with silver spurs. Without a hat or dark glasses, her face was fully visible in the warm light of the mirror.
She checked her full-length reflection, noting the details of her attire. The boots created a striking silhouette, while the spurs caught the light with a metallic flash whenever she moved her feet. She pulled on her gloves and took up the reins.
Before leaving, she tucked her phone and a small flashlight into a bag. A night ride required more caution than daytime exhibitions, good lighting, a familiar route, and participants capable of coming to a stop whenever necessary.
When she opened the door, she found Sebastian waiting in the agreed-upon position. He looked up as she appeared.
"Ready for the ride?" Elena asked.
"Ready, provided we go over the signals before we head out," he replied.
Elena smiled, pleased by his prudence.
"That's what I wanted to hear. First, we'll review the route and the rules; then, we begin." The porch light illuminated her boots, complete with silver spurs, as both prepared for the night of San Jeronimo. The cavalcade was about to begin, and Elena wanted it to be as memorable as it was responsible.
The warm night of San Jeronimo enveloped the street as Gabriel followed Elena outside. He paused for a moment to admire her attire: a white crop top, black shorts-style miniskirt, high-heeled white boots, and silver spurs that gleamed under the porch lights. With her hair pulled back (and wearing neither a hat nor sunglasses) Elena was ready to take center stage for the nighttime exhibition.
Sebastian waited by the gate, prepared to take part in the equestrian presentation they had devised.
Elena stepped forward to arrange the tack. The saddle and bridle were part of the costume, but before beginning, she checked every adjustment and every stop signal with Sebastian. For the demonstration, they replaced any restraints that might immobilize him with quick-release theatrical accessories. It was also clearly established that she would use the bit to exert physical control over his mouth, preventing him from speaking or calling for help.
Once the mount was ready, Elena took her place in the saddle. She rested her feet in the stirrups and held the reins, while Sebastian remained perfectly still, awaiting the agreed-upon signal. Then, under Elena's careful supervision, he rose to his feet; they both checked their stability before beginning the demonstration.
Gabriel watched the scene with a mixture of admiration and concern.
"Sebastian, take care of my wife!" he said.
Elena turned toward her husband and smiled.
"Gabriel, in this presentation, I also have a responsibility to look after Sebastian. He is a 'mount' in the literal sense, but he is also a person collaborating with me. He must be able to stop and signal (by whinnying) if anything goes wrong."
Gabriel nodded slowly. "So, the two of them look out for each other."
"Exactly," Elena replied. "That is the most important rule in my stable."
Her silver spurs jingled as she settled her feet into the stirrups. At a signal from her, the pair began a brief demonstration across the illuminated courtyard, the path ahead clear. Gabriel watched from the ground, realizing that this tradition relied on the trust and cooperation of those taking part.
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The Nighttime Ride (1)
The night of Saint Jerome had draped the paths in a dark blue mantle. Lanterns in the courtyard cast golden circles upon the ground, and the moon shone through the branches of the trees.
Seated in the saddle, Elena adjusted her black gloves and checked the reins. Her feet rested in the stirrups; she wore tall white boots with silver spurs that caught the light, and she grabbed a small riding crop, part of her equestrian attire.
Sebastian waited, ready to begin the journey. Before giving the signal, Elena leaned slightly toward him.
Elena:
Are you ready, Sebastian?
Sebastian:
Ready. You set the pace; if I need a break, I'll let you know with a whinny.
Elena nodded. Straddling Sebastian's shoulders, she placed the bit into his mouth (to maintain control and deprive him of the power of speech) and with a gentle tug on the reins, signaled for him to move forward. She kept the crop in her hand, using it to urge him on; her spurs jingled as she adjusted her feet in the stirrups, and again each time she pressed them firmly into his sides.
Sebastian began to move along the illuminated path. On either side, onlookers watched in silence as the lights of the houses gradually faded into the distance.
Gabriel remained by the courtyard entrance.
At first, he could still make out the details of Elena's outfit: the white top, the dark silhouette of her skort, and the boots that gleamed with every step. But as Sebastian moved further away, all he could see was the figure of his wife, upright atop him, silhouetted against the night sky.
"Elena!" Gabriel called out.
She turned her head and raised a gloved hand in farewell.
"We'll be back soon! Everything is under control!" Gabriel smiled, though he felt a strange emotion watching her ride away in a ceremony so different from the customs he knew. The light of a lantern illuminated Elena's silver spurs one last time. Then, the pair turned past a wall covered in vines and partially vanished into the shadows.
Gabriel remained, gazing at the empty path.
In the distance, the faint, rhythmic jingle of spurs pressing against Sebastian could still be heard, along with the flick of a riding crop, the sound of her voice, and the occasional whinny or snort from the horse. Gabriel knew that Elena was not moving away from him, but rather immersing herself in a tradition she had chosen to share with others.
As his wife's silhouette moved forward beneath the moonlight, Gabriel realized that, tonight, she was not merely testing her own courage as an equestrienne. She was also revealing the extent to which he could trust her judgment, and highlighting just how important it was that Sebastian and all the other participants returned safe and sound.
The lights of the cavalcade grew smaller in the distance. San Jeronimo fell silent, and the night continued on its course.
The nocturnal procession made its way along the dirt path that wound between the stone walls of San Jeronimo. The moon lit the trail, while the lanterns, now further and further away, rendered Elena and Sebastian as a moving silhouette against the dark sky.
Elena gripped the reins with her gloved hands. She held her riding crop in one hand, and her silver spurs gleamed beside her white boots. Tonight, she wanted to experience the various gaits she had learned from Mercedes.
First, the walk.
"Very good, Sebastian. Keep a steady pace!" Elena instructed.
Sebastian moved forward carefully, focused on maintaining a consistent rhythm. Elena settled into her saddle and observed the trees lining the path. Next came the trot.
"Let's pick up the pace a bit!"
Sebastian accelerated until he reached the agreed-upon gait. Elena moved in sync with him, holding on firmly and laughing as she felt the cool breeze against her face. Her hair, though tied back, fought against the wind, with a few stray strands coming loose near her temples.
"This is far more exciting than I imagined!" she exclaimed.
The next phase was a canter, but before attempting it, Elena checked that the path ahead was clear and glanced at Sebastian.
"How are you doing? Shall we keep going?"
He responded with a loud whinny.
Elena smiled, raised her crop, gave a whip, and applied her spurs, the prearranged signal was enough for Sebastian to increase his pace, staying well within the limits they had both agreed upon.
The air brushed against Elena's face. She let out a joyful laugh, caught up in the thrill of the ride and the sight of the shadows they were leaving behind.
"Magnificent, Sebastian! You're doing a wonderful job!"
Sebastian focused his full attention on the path ahead. His goal was not to demonstrate boundless strength, but to maintain coordination and respond to cues without losing control. As they reached a narrower section of the trail, Elena pulled on the reins, signaling him to slow down.
"Back to a walk! There's no rush."
A short while later, as the trail opened up beside an illuminated clearing, she decided to shift into a trot, careful not to tire her mount. She laughed as the breeze caressed her beautiful face, feeling Sebastian's rhythmic movements beneath her, all while remaining perfectly secure in the saddle.
From a distance, Gabriel caught sight of them amidst the glow of the lanterns. He saw Elena laughing, sitting upright atop Sebastian, and recognized the glint of her white boots. He smiled, hearing her cheerful voice carry through the night.
Elena had discovered a new way to enjoy herself, but she was also learning something essential: a skilled rider does more than just issue commands. She knew how to read the signals of the creature she was riding, respect his limits, and acknowledge the effort he made for her.
And Sebastian, beneath that silvery moon, strove to prove himself worthy of the trust Elena had placed in him.
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The Nighttime Ride (2)
Gabriel followed the ride from a certain distance, careful not to interrupt Elena's nocturnal excursion atop Sebastian. In the distance, he could make out the movement of the horse and the silhouette of his wife riding Sebastian on. Faint sounds still reached him (bursts of laughter, the flick of a rein, soft moans, and the occasional whinny) all mingling with the murmur of the wind through the trees.
He was so focused on his wife that he barely noticed two small figures approaching along a side path.
"Papa," Clara said, tugging gently at his hand.
Gabriel turned. His daughter looked up at him with a sleepy expression, while Mateo, standing beside her, rubbed his eyes.
"Let's go home," Mateo said. "It's very late."
Gabriel glanced once more toward the path along which Elena had ridden away.
"Did both of you come all this way to find me?"
"Yes," Clara replied. "Mama said she'd be back after the ride, but we're sleepy."
Gabriel smiled and knelt down to adjust his daughter's coat.
"You're right. It's time to head back."
Mateo took his left hand, and Clara took his right. The three of them began the walk back, while the lanterns of San Jeronimo cast their shadows across the stones.
"Papa, is Mama riding Sebastian?" Mateo asked, curious.
"Yes. They're taking part in a nighttime ride."
"And aren't you worried that she's so far away?"
Gabriel paused a moment before answering.
"A little. I always worry about something happening to someone I love. But Elena and Sebastian agreed on how to handle the route. I trust that they'll know to stop if anything goes wrong."
Clara looked up at him.
"When she gets back, should we tell her we were waiting for her?"
"Of course. And she'll surely want to know how things went for you all."
Upon arriving home, Gabriel helped the children get ready for bed. Mateo fell asleep almost immediately, while Clara, from beneath her blankets, asked:
"Papa, will Mama be happy when she comes back?"
Gabriel kissed her on the forehead.
"I think so, sweetheart. And she'll be very glad to find you both here, resting peacefully."
He turned off the light and lingered by the door for a few seconds.
In the distance, a small bell signaled that the procession was still moving along. Gabriel glanced out the window toward the illuminated path, then turned his gaze back toward his children's rooms.
The night offered him two paths: one leading toward Elena's adventure, the other toward the tranquility of home. For this night, he had chosen to stay with Clara and Mateo, awaiting his wife's return.
Gabriel entered Mateo's room and helped him get settled under the covers. The light from a small lamp illuminated the toys beside the bed, while the shadows of the trees swayed gently outside the window.
Just as Gabriel was about to say goodnight, Mateo lifted his head and asked:
"Papa, is Sebastian Mama's horse?"
Gabriel sat on the edge of the bed. The question caught him off guard, though he couldn't help but smile.
"Tonight, Sebastian is Mama's horse," he replied calmly. "But remember one important thing, Mateo: Sebastian is a person, just like you and me. He isn't a real horse."
Mateo frowned, lost in thought.
"Then why does Mama sit on top of him?"
"Because adults choose to take part in the game. Elena is a rider, and Sebastian is her mount. Each has a role, but both must look out for one another."
"Does Sebastian have to do everything Mom commands him to do?"
Gabriel smiled.
"Like any horse obeying its rider, because that's what they agreed upon. But Sebastian can ask to stop whenever he needs to, and Mom has to pay attention to his body language. It works the other way around, too: Sebastian must respect her cues and boundaries."
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The Nighttime Ride (3)
Mateo seemed satisfied with the explanation.
"And will Sebastian still be Sebastian tomorrow?"
Gabriel let out a soft laugh.
"Of course! Once the procession is over, Mom will take off the saddle and the rest of the gear; he'll go back home and continue to be our friend and neighbor."
Mateo snuggled into his pillow.
"Then I want to ask him tomorrow if he enjoyed the procession."
"That sounds like a good idea. I'm sure he'll have plenty to tell you."
Gabriel turned off the bedside lamp and tucked his son in.
"Good night, champ."
"Good night, Dad. And tell Mom to be careful on her way back."
Gabriel stroked his hair.
"I will."
As he left the room, Gabriel smiled to himself. Mateo's question had been simple, yet it reminded him of something fundamental: in San Jeronimo, everyone always deserved the same level of respect.
Gabriel stepped quietly into Clara's room. He found her sitting on her bed, hugging her favorite doll.
The little girl had watched her mother get ready for the ride, and although she was already sleepy, curiosity still sparkled in her eyes.
"Dad, will I have my own horses, just like Mom has Sebastian and the others?" she asked.
Gabriel sat down beside her and smiled.
"Would you like to take part in the rides when you're older?"
Clara nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes! I want to have my own hat, my own boots, and the reins in my hands. And I want everyone to know that I'm a horsewoman."
"You can learn to ride real horses, if that's what you enjoy, with an instructor who can teach you how to do it safely. And you'll also be able to join in on Mom's processions once you're old enough to understand them and participate in the right way."
Clara looked down at her doll.
"Will I have a Sebastian of my own?"
Gabriel pondered for a few seconds before answering.
"Perhaps one day you'll find someone who wants to join you in a game like that. But it's not about owning a person, sweetheart. Sebastian is a friend of Mom's, and he has agreed to be her mount. Both people have to want to participate and feel comfortable."
"Will I have to take care of my horse, too?"
"Exactly!" Gabriel replied. "A good rider doesn't just know how to lead. She also knows how to listen, to show appreciation for the effort her partner makes, and to stop when necessary."
Clara smiled, imagining herself wearing a wide-brimmed hat and gleaming boots.
"Then I want to learn how to be a good, kind rider."
Gabriel kissed her on the forehead.
"That would be far more important than having the prettiest boots in town."
"But the pretty boots count, too!"
Gabriel burst into laughter.
"Of course they do. In that, you're very much like your mother."
Clara settled in under the blankets, satisfied with his answer.
"Daddy, when Mom gets back, tell her I want her to show me her hat."
"I'll tell her."
Gabriel turned off the light and closed the door carefully. As he walked down the hallway, he reflected that Elena had brought home more than just a new hobby. Without even intending to, she had sparked her children's curiosity about a peculiar tradition in San Jeronimo.
And now, it was up to him to help them explore it, with imagination, patience, and respect for others.
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The Nighttime Ride (4)
When Gabriel confirmed that Clara and Mateo were fast asleep, he grabbed his jacket and left the house. The night remained cool and quiet. A few streetlamps were still lit in the streets of San Jeronimo, but the cavalcade was no longer visible from the town square.
Gabriel followed the path to the open area where he had seen Elena and Sebastian ride off. He checked along the walls, peered down the tree-lined trail, and asked some locals who were coming from another street, but no one could tell him exactly where his wife was.
He took out his phone and initiated a video call. It took a few seconds for the screen to light up, and then Elena appeared.
There she was, striking beneath the night sky, her hair tied back, wearing a white top and black shorts-skirt. Her white boots stood out in the moonlight, and her silver spurs glinted whenever she shifted her feet. She held the reins in one hand, while her riding crop rested in its sheath.
Below her, Sebastian moved forward along a moonlit path.
"Elena!" Gabriel exclaimed, relieved. "I've been looking for you for a while. Where are you?"
Elena smiled, recognizing his expression. "Relax! We're fine. The ride is coming to an end, and we're already heading back to town."
She turned the phone slightly to show him the way. Gabriel recognized the trail that ran alongside the old stone wall, descending toward the first houses of San Jeronimo.
"Do you see that streetlamp by the junction?" she pointed out. "We'll be coming through there. If you leave now, you can meet us where the path opens up by the poplar trees."
"Got it. I'm on my way."
"And don't run, Gabriel," Elena added, amused. "I don't want my husband to fall because he tripped in the dark."
"Very funny, Mrs. Amazon."
Elena laughed. The wind brushed against her face, and for an instant, Gabriel could hear the sound of Sebastian's footsteps.
"How are the children?" she asked.
"Asleep. Clara wants you to show her your hat tomorrow. And Mateo wants to ask Sebastian how his night went."
Elena's expression softened.
"Then we'll have a good conversation at breakfast."
"See you at the crossroads."
"See you there, darling."
The screen went dark, and Gabriel put his phone away. He then took the path that descended toward the poplar trees, guided by the lanterns.
Upon reaching the crossroads, he stopped beside a post. The breeze stirred the leaves overhead, and from somewhere along the path, a metallic clinking sound began to draw near.
First, the light of a lantern appeared. Then, the figures of people who had been watching the procession.
And finally, Elena. Gabriel spotted her riding Sebastian, sitting upright in the saddle, the reins in her hands and a satisfied smile on her face. When she recognized him, she raised her arm to wave.
"Gabriel! Here we are!"
He took a few steps forward to meet them, careful not to encroach on Sebastian's space as the horse completed the final stretch. Elena reached a wide, safe area before dismounting, though she kept a firm grip on the reins. Looking toward her husband, and ignoring Sebastian, she reached for the bridle and removed the bit from Sebastian's mouth. The human horse let out a soft whinny; Elena glanced at him and smiled.
Once on the ground, she walked over to her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Were you waiting for me?" "Of course," Gabriel replied, embracing her. "I wanted to make sure you returned safely."
Elena rested her forehead against his.
"I'm here now."
A few paces behind Elena, Sebastian caught his breath; Elena grabbed the reins attached to his bridle. Gabriel stepped toward him and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder.
"Thanks for letting Elena ride you tonight. Everything all right?"
"Everything's fine," Sebastian answered. "It was an intense experience, but we took the necessary breaks."
"I'm glad to hear that."
Elena linked her arm with Gabriel's. The three of them began their return to the village, walking leisurely beneath the streetlamps, Elena and Gabriel walking with their arms around each other, while Sebastian followed his Mistress, a step behind and a step to the side opposite Gabriel.
The nocturnal adventure had come to an end. Back home, two sleeping children awaited them, and Elena already had a story to tell them in the morning.
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