That I do not know. I just remembered seeing that post (from 2021 now that I look at the date) and googled it.
How lovely! If ever a horse earned a luxurious retirement with all the turn out and grass he could desire, Rumba was it.
Based on one of the replies to the IG post, it appears to be this place, in the Santa Ynez Valley in California.
Interesting, thanks!
Maybe not essential, but I LOVE the mosaic around the stall doors!
I grew up in an area where many “show business” people lived. When we first moved there my parents sat us down and explained that, just because you’ve seen someone who is in movies, or a famous band, who is an orchestra conductor, or is a television actor, it does not mean that you know them and they certainly don’t know you. You behave towards them as you would any adult that you don’t know. You don’t approach them, period. They are just like everyone else, except they have a recognizable face because of their job.
If we saw a famous person in the grocery store, or when out to dinner, they were to be left alone. My father asked us “how would you feel if strangers came over to our table and interrupted when we were having an evening out?” (of course no one would, because we were not famous, but even as a child I got the point.)
I witnessed the difficulty that some of my classmates who had famous parents struggled with.
Some were confident and well adjusted, but others had a hard time (especially in the teenage years) because they didn’t know who liked them for themselves and who wanted to be their friends because of who their parents were.
The only person that I think I would have difficulty in not fawning over, is the person who invented Sauce Bearnaise. Thankfully Collinet (and perhaps Dumas) have been dead for centuries so I can’t embarrass myself, or annoy them.
I remember Steven filming at the Los Angeles Equestrian Center (LAEC) when Destry was showing ponies in classes with my daughter. One day it was Kate watching Destry ride. I have been introduced to him on the berm at LAEC.
It was the same with Hannah Selleck’s father. Although he was hard not to notice.
Same. I grew up with a cast member from a VERY popular 80’s show. She was one of my best friends and we both gave each other amazing opportunities. She got to hang out and be a “kid”, go to my sleepovers, came to hang out with my school friends, and not be treated like a star (because I shut that down so fast if any of my friends treated her differently). I got to go to cast parties and tapings with people that were Emmy award winners.
Once I started riding, it wasn’t a big deal to run into Bruce and Patty, or Larry Fishbourne, or Harvey Keitel, or any of the other usual suspects that came out of the woodwork for the Hampton Classic.
I worked at a tack store where some of them would come in to shop with their kids, so it was expected that gawking would not be tolerated.
It helped later on in life. Never quite understood the fan obsession. They’re people… I appreciate their work and enthusiastically love their performances, but much like other jobs, when the act is over, leave them alone and let them be.
Many years ago, Rodney was coaching my boss with her first few jumpers (BNT hunter rider expanding her business). I did not fan girl, but when he told my boss she had better hang on to me, I nearly died
I just watched that winning round, and she rode the hell out of that horse, and he gave her everything. Twisting his front end to get clear over that oxer, and then getting straight for the vertical? What a nice horse!