Bliss, Redux

   
Three months ago, we went to see Cavalia's Odysseo and it was blissful. I claimed to be full, didn't need to go back again, but The Boy knew better. He'd occasionally drop a hint and finally, I knew, too.

I couldn't let these beautiful horses leave without seeing them again. So we did. It kicked off the Birthday Weekend celebrations and as before, the level of bliss was out of this world.

It's possible I was vibrating with excitement as with waited to go into the stables. because of course we were going to the stables.

While we waited, four of the performers came out to chat and meet. The big difference this time was that the horses faced us and were willing to be touched. Notice the beauty on the right - I've named him Mr. Nuzzly (because I didn't catch his real name) and he'll return in a bit. Very friendly horse.

I didn't name this one, but he had the softest nose

I know this because I got to touch it

Off we went to the stables to commune and the smell was divine. And so were the horses. I think this is Silver and and had a bit of a chat

David also found a friend

Some of the staff were kind enough to open stall doors so I could see better

There was frequent mentions of "please don't touch the horses!" No mention, however, of what to do when the horses insisted on touching you

At the end, we saw the two lovelies who'd stayed late to chat with the audience get a shower. Mr. Nuzzly was very fond of the water and insisted on getting sprayed in the face

We moved on into the stables and a few minutes later heard a call of "horse coming through" and moved to the sides. Mr. Nuzzly came up behind me and as he passed, stuck his head in my lap.

Bliss.

I'd happily pay for the privilege of mucking out their stables, if only I could run away with Cavalia and their beautiful horses. I hope they come back to Toronto soon.