Coming from a small town located in Wisconsin, adjusting to life here in Florence was a bit challenging at first. However, I have managed to find a few things that remind me of home. My favorite part about Florence is the fact that all I need to do to see horses, is to walk to the center. I grew up on a farm with horses, and can knowingly say…life without horses does not seem doable. After a while, I begin to miss a horses musty smell and soft touch. I even begin to miss the personality of individual horses.
First, there are the work horses. They are the horses in which tourists throw their money to be pulled around in a buggy. Although they look a bit sad and tired, they push through the day because they know they have a job to do. That is what is so admirable about horses. A truly great horse will push itself as hard as it can, just for the gratification and praise from their owners, whether they receive it or not.
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Yes, Kendelle, you’ve hit it on the spot! Although the cobblestone pavement in the center is not what I would wish for any horse’s “9-5” work week, I too enjoy walking by the Duomo knowing that I’ll likely get a glimpse (and smell) of my furry friends.