This Is Only the Beginning!

My father is obsessed with Icelandic horses. Obsessed. I think he owns somewhere around 38 of them now...yes, 38. He never does anything half-assed, that's for sure. Well, of course, we had to go and visit a few of them with Markus while we were there. Some of you know, I'm sure, that Icelandic horses are smaller than most - but they're only tiny if you compare them to gianormous Arabians. In my opinion, they're still big enough to make me a little bit nervous. My son, obviously, is not of the same opinion. He was not afraid of them AT ALL. I see a big horsey future for the grandfather-gradson team...