There’s a horse who lives in the lot next door. He eats the green vegetation and roams around the lot like a king and his wild turf. There is a “fluvial” river that empties out into the lot, the tiny river that dumps raw sewage out into a small gulch and runs out on to the street below, in front of my parents’ house. The fluvial river was what people used to use for a sewer, back before there was a sewer. Apparently, people are still using the fluvial river to dump their sewage and so we’ve been trying to get the municipality to remedy the situation for years now. It’s a loooooooong story.
Anyways, I was taking photos of the “aguas negras” when I turn around and the horse has snuck up at my back and is literally standing a foot away. I talk to him and start petting him. He’s a little shaky at first but calms down and lets me pat his neck, face and mane. I took a few pictures of him, as he played the perfect model. After I was done in followed me around the lot for another 10 minutes or so, until I left. The perfect chaperone. I can’t say I’ve ever met another horse with such manners.
