One of our favorite vendors here is a guy we call Fabio who sells horse back rides on the beach. He’s a frequent target for snide comments among the men in our social set. All day long he leads young starry eyed tourists while his
luxurious hair caresses his own bare muscles and puts his beautifully groomed horse’s mane to shame. Today as Gary and I hoofed it to the car repair shop once again, I knew in my heart that even Gary would have mounted Fabio’s steed if it
could have gotten us to the shop any faster. It was a long, hot walk.