I thought I'd just pick up my to-go order, say hi to Mark, and be on my way. What I did not predict was being asked by an incredibly enthusiastic woman named Ferronato if I'm interested in hippo-therapy. "What?" Blank stare. Inner thought: No, I came for the greasy pizza and Mark. "What therapy?"
Hippo therapy. You know, right? No, I don't know what that is, and I've heard hippos are are violent, so I don't think I'm interested. (Here's a little Greek lesson.) Evidently (I was enlightened to learn) "hippopotamus" is greek for "water horse", and "hippo-therapy" is "horse therapy". Oh, horse therapy. Ok, I can wrap my head around that, sort of. I told her I took horseback riding lessons in 6th grade, but that was about all the horse knowledge I had.
I listened intently to her describe (with great passion, I might add) what exactly she does, and I found myself tilting my head and raising an eyebrow when she said she's had chiropractors come out and adjust a human in a horse arena, then adjust the horse - yep, evidently gettin' cracked isn't just for humans! - and then she proceeded to describe this incredibly fascinating process of using hippo-therapy to heal and re-align someone's structural integrity. Evidently the therapist (like my friend, Mark) will sit behind the "client" in the saddle and "massage" or manipulate their muscles and stretch/re-align them while on the horse. And they do this with disadvantaged kids. And they charge $100/hour. Huh? Who knew?

I walked out of Papa's with a common and getting-more-familiar feeling that I like to call an "only in Eugene" moment.
When my order came up, and Ferronato asked me again if I was interested in equine massage or hippo therapy, I said "No, I'm thinking more along the lines of prenatal massage...but I'll definitely spread the word about what you're doing!"
So, in keeping my word:
You can check out Ferronato's and Three Treasures Farms at: http://www.threetreasuresfarms.org/bio.php

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