This is excellent! I went to Madrid once so long ago I've almost forgotten the experience (till Laura's post). A bunch of us Air Force types borrowed a car and made that drive south to Seville. We were too poor and too crazy for anyone to take the time or effort to try and rob us. I do kind of remember seeing daylight a couple of times when we finally departed one of those bars Laura is talking about. You could live inside those things; food, drink, singing, dancing, flirting, translation problems.... Seems like that part of Spain hasn't changed in the last 30 years. Great story, don't stop, Laura. We need to get rid of this 17 K limit on posts. Throws the writer off track when they're in a groove. lol. cya, Howard (man, I was like 23 years old back then. Can you imagine? This is too cool for me!) ----- Original Message ----- From: Laura Hayes Sent: Monday, September 23, 2002 12:58 PM To: ridecamp@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [RC] My Official WEG Story - A Groom's Tale The story starts with an offhand comment something akin to "I'll crew
for you" and ended with my flying home after ten days in Spain, exhausted,
enlightened and really tan.
I was too busy trying to get away from home to be excited about going to
Spain. Three business to arrange for, and so many animals you can't count -
good thing my husband Mark was staying home, and my son had recently gone to
college, or I could not have gotten away.
The plane landed in Madrid from Newark with no hitches. I am obviously
not suspect looking, and was waved through security and immigration. Lori
Shifflet, Jennifer Sapira and Barbara Horstmeier and myself were to meet at
the Madrid airport, which proved to be easier than I had thought, even
though we all barely knew each other. We also saw Betty and Steve Baker who
were in Spain to crew for the US also. The four of us women caught a taxi
to the train station and to meet Pam Koch, Cia's neighbor from PA, and then
on the train to Sevilla.
The Spanish countryside from Madrid to Sevilla was interesting - very
little color, quite dry, and rows of olive trees everywhere. We
occasionally saw horses, but it was not clear what they were eating. The
landscape was stark to say the least, and then once in awhile you would see
a huge beautiful Hacienda behind rock walls overflowing with beautiful
fucsia colored bouganvilla. I ordered my first Cafe con leche at the bar on
the train - mmmm, a good way to get one's daily need for caffeine.
Our sleeping arrangements were nice- a small two bedroom apartment each
room with two beds, a sleeper sofa in the sitting room and a small equipped
kitchen with a clothes washer. We were on the top floor of a five story
building, and our balcony overlooked the village square. All of the riders
and crew were in this hotel ( am guessing at about 35), while volunteers for
the road crews (another 20?) were about 10 minutes away. We were about 40
minutes from the private stable the horses were in, which was very near the
ride site of Garapillos. The main venue with the stadiums and stabling for
all the other sports, was in the city of Jerez de la Frontera (pronounced
Her-eth) and was called Chapin - though I was never clear about why.
The six American horses, Wave, Ali, Shahdon, Finally,Red and Pal, were
staying at a private farm with nice indoor stalls, outdoor paddocks, and an
area under cover to keep hay, feed and equipment. We were the only
international horses at that farm. We assembled there every morning for a
meeting, riding, lunch, massages and stretching for the riders and horses,
and otherwise caring for the horses. The vets watched each horse trot and
the farrier reshod several. Most of the riders were fine tuning equipment
and getting a feel for the countryside - riding the loops in pairs. One day
we body clipped and I ended up doing much of Wave and Pal - funny since my
own horse looked like I chewed his hair off last spring!
The days went fast, and we found very little time for sightseeing. Some
afternoons were free and I went to Cadiz one day (where Columbus sailed
from) with Jeannie Waldron, Twyla (Val's groom), Dr. Beecher, and his son,
Russ. One afternoon was spent at Chapin were I did some shopping in the
vendor area (saw Teddy from Running Bear Farm) and watched the Dressage
finals with other endurance folks. After the ride I was able to go into
Jerez and see the training session for the Riding School there. The Spanish
bred Andalusians where beautiful, and the history of the school was amazing.
Most evenings before the ride were spent in the hotel's restaurant and
later at night in the open air Mexican restaurant nearby. Margaritas flowed
freely and we laughed until we had belly aches (colic?). The locals out did
us though, and were frequently just leaving the bars as we were heading out
in the morning. Skip Lightfoot did expose his backside - so don't let him
tell you he didn't, and I am fairly certain Julie Bullock had alot to do
with that. She later walked in the freshly mopped restroom and landed on
her back - she was unhurt, but smelled of cleaner of some sort.
Art Prieze was big on meetings, and rightly so, as I think this group
was really a team, and it was due in big part to Art's leadership. Most
meetings were confidence building exercises or lectures, combined with some
silly entertainment such as poems or songs by riders and their crews. I
think the best was Steve Rojek's "The Twelve Days Of The World Games" it
referred to Twyla not having her correct passport, Dr. Beecher having been
'relieved' of his money, Ali not wanting to go up the ramp into the truck,
Jeannie drawing tubes and tubes of blood, not having any hay, and just
wanting to sleep, among many other memorable instances. It was performed
twice and gained personality as it went along. The Australian bunch were in
our hotel also and took and gave much good spirited ribbing.
A day before vet in, we moved the horses to the event stabling - the
riders riding over and the crews lugging their stuff in cars. The stables
were tidy and clean - rows of portable stalls with tent roofs and nice
gravel wash racks all encased by a tall fence and guarded by security. Many
of us had been issued picture credentials and had to wear them to get in. I
volunteered to sleep at the groom's quarters at the stable which were
portable boxes with electric, air and decent bunks with clean sheets and
towels. The groom's quarters bathrooms and showers were the nicest
facilities I had seen in Spain. There were no phones there, though and I
didn't even contact my husband until about day seven - good thing he is not
a worrier!
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