Shortly after summer began, I packed my life and moved to Belgium. I settled in a town called Enghien, about 5 kilometers away from the stable in Herne. Being underage and without a car, my daily commute was a 10 km round trip on a bicycle—come rain or shine—to my job as an Assistant Trainer. One of my favorites, CJ My days were filled with the raw energy of young horses. My responsibility was a rotating roster of youngsters: some just being introduced to the saddle, others r

I think I was born with the soul of the land. As far back as I can remember, horses weren't just a hobby; they were the rhythm of my life. My childhood wasn't measured in school holidays, but in the quiet intensity of foaling seasons, the long days of putting up fences, and the chaotic joy of chasing escaped chickens across the yard. I grew up with horses, and other farm animals, around me day and night, and even then, I knew: one day, I would have a place of my own. The Call