Today is all about the carriages, horses, drivers, and riders at Fuengirola’s procession for the Virgin of the Rosary. I mentioned yesterday (click here) that one of the “horseman” was quite the hunk. Riding alongside him was a woman that wasn’t bad herself. What immediately came to my mind as the couple passed was the image of the two of them — well, OK, just him — posed steamily on the cover of a trashy romance novel.
|NOPE. NOT HIM…
(ALTHOUGH THEY DO HAVE THEIR CHARMS).
|STILL NOT HIM…|
My cover model whistled much of the time. The sound couldn’t be heard above the sound of the marching bands, voices, and nearby flamenco music, but I think he was simply doing it to calm his horse. And it seemed to work. A number of other horses were a little unsettled at times, but not his. I also noticed that The Horse Whistler had a very “good seat.” And I mean that, of course, only in the most appropriate equestrian sense.
Someone Should Be Whistling
The Horse Whistler