As most little girls I always dreamt about having my own horse, but until a few years ago it was never realistic. I kept looking at sales horses, knowing that I couldn’t get any of them, and then Alvaro suddenly showed up. A 2.5 year old PRE stallion. I was in love. For more than 9 months I kept staring at the picture of him every day. I wrote his name on a little paper scrap, and slept with it under my pillow for several months. It was clear to my mom that I had fallen completely in love, and so we drove our way to Alvaro to see him. It would have been very practical if he had been nothing like I expected, but of course that wasn’t the case. He came galopping over a hill, stopped at the top and stood there as a proud stallion looking at us. We got closer to him and he was very cautious and modest. A little insecure, but yet so amazing…
From the first time I saw him half a year passed until I saw him again. There was just something magical about him. It was with a lump in our stomachs that we decided to carry on this dream. Papers got fixed, and the vet got booked for the castration. I was with him on the big day and helped during the operation. I felt that it was my duty to be there with him since it was my decision to put him through this.
A couple of weeks passed after the operation and it was time to get him home. I was completely out of myself knowing that he was on his way, and I crossed all I had that he would travel without problems. So he did, and before I knew it the trailer was in sight. When he got out of the trailer the rope was given to me. There I stood. With a young prince by my side and from this day we were supposed to travel together!
The pictures are taken the day he arrived. He is 3.5 years old in these pictures.