Margherita Ramella

Riding with Mariano Fiorda
Age: 40
Weight: 54 kg
Height: 1.72 cm

Owners and managers of La Pescaia, in the heart of the Tuscan Maremma, they run an estate deeply rooted in equestrian tradition. Within the 150-hectare La Pescaia estate lies an historic Thoroughbred breeding ground, featuring more than 50 stables, surrounded by wild Mediterranean woodland. Located in a land shaped by ancient horsemanship—where local cowboys, known as butteri, still practice working equitation with endemic cattle—Scuderie Pescaia reflects the authentic spirit of Tuscan riding culture. (As featured in the Financial Times: https://www.ft.com/content/ef30358a-6604-41ff-b8d1-36d2f904b42f)

Margherita and Mariano are partners in life, work, and shared sporting challenges. United by a lifelong connection with horses and a deep respect for nature, they will take part in this race together as a team. The following motivation letters express the experience, values, and drive that
inspire their participation

I grew up in a family of horsemen.
My father was the first importer of American saddles and tack in Italy, at just sixteen years old. My mother spent her youth competing in show jumping. Horses were always part of our home, our daily life, our identity. From the moment I could walk, my parents put me on horseback—first riding with them, then on my own. Riding was always a time of family bonding, laughter, and adventure. I trained in equestrian schools throughout my youth, but I never loved the enclosed arena. I never felt comfortable with the confinement of fences and sand beneath the hooves. What I loved was running across open fields, racing with my parents and my sister on my Arabian mare, feeling space open wide in front of us.

At sixteen, I left to work on a ranch in Colorado, and I returned there for five years. There, I truly understood what it means to depend on a horse to reach places otherwise unreachable. The horse was no longer just a pastime—it became a working partner, a living, powerful force that, combined with my will, turned into a superpower. Moving cattle, roping calves, reaching roadless land, exploring mountains, crossing rivers, swimming through lakes, escaping bears. That was magic. A magic I have never stopped searching for. The memory of that life pushed me to keep riding for years in the forests around my home. But slowly, those rides became “trail rides,” races with friends—beautiful moments, but different. The superpower gradually faded.

I want to take part in Pass of Tears because I want to return to that magical dimension: the deep union with a horse that allows you to enter the wild with respect, strength, and courage. I want to step back into that impossible world where human and animal become a single will.

I want the cold, the exhaustion, the fear.
I want the strong wind, the freezing water.
I want to ride fast to rediscover the freedom I miss more than anything.

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