Friday, Germany.
The sun peeks through the clouds and the crisp spring air already feels electric.
The showground is buzzing.
People see horses.
But I’m about to ride two dreams.
And they — Ducati and MiniBubi — know it.
We start with Ducati.
In the warm-up arena, he’s a powerhouse.
Sharp, loaded, focused — like a MotoGP engine revving before takeoff.
He speaks to me through his body: “I’m ready, Silvia. Let’s go.”
In the ring, he feels like a wave moving exactly where it needs to go.
No exaggeration, no unnecessary fireworks — just smart strength, surgical precision, and a desire to give his all that moves me deeply.
70.76% in the Grand Prix. Second place.
But what we experienced together is worth far more than any score.
Then comes MiniBubi.
He enters like a Hollywood star stepping off a private jet.
Walking into the warm-up arena like a true stallion feeling the spring vibes, with that look that says, “Here I am, make way.”
No special effects needed — his presence, his magnetic trot, and that sparkle in his eye are more than enough.
We enter the ring and… boom.
72.87% in the PSG. First place.
Movement by movement, MiniBubi carried me, flawlessly, with all his heart.
We were one: precise, elegant, powerful.
Every exercise shaped with care, as if sculpted in the air. And yet, it all felt spontaneous, natural, fluid.
That kind of harmony can’t be trained — it’s built over time.
This wasn’t just a competition.
It was a statement: when your connection with your horses is real, you don’t need to overdo it.
You just let them be who they are, guide them with trust and then…
Enjoy the flight.
Some people see horses. I ride dreams.
And when dreams like these come true in the form of harmony, results, and beauty…
All you can do is smile and say: This is why I do it.
Silvia 🙌
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