Her name was Windy for a reason

Yes, riding horses in Valverde, the countryside of Spain, IS as cool as it sounds.

So the day starts as so:

It's an hour ride to Valverde and the roads are not unforgiving at all. Considering the majority of the group took shots that were named after super heroes last night, I'm surprised the bus made it there in one peice. However, I think the fear of being on top of an animal that could throw you off at any minute cured the hangovers of most of the people on the trip.

As we're waiting to get on the horses, they ask the group which of us are fairly good riders. I immediately raise my hand thinking that others will as well and that if I fall off my horse I can blame it on someone else. I look around and no one else is raising their hand. Woops. I'm one of the last people to get on their horse. mine's name is Windy. As I'm getting on the person in charge looks me up and down and says "you know what you're doing right?" "yes," I answered. "Well, have fun and be careful." I clearly don't remember him saying that to anyone else in the group. Within seconds I learn why he said those two wise words: "ten cuidado" Apparently, my horse likes to be in the front. Always. And once she gets in the front, she likes to run. Right before I'm about to turn to the trainer and tell him to get me a horse that has been sedated in the last hour, Windy gives me a little nip on my knee. I'm still not sure how her head turned that far with such accuracy but I decided Windy and I had a few things to learn about each other. Within 10 minutes we became the best of friends with the same goal: to some how get to the front of the group and "accidentally" speed away. I guess Windy has tried this before because the minute we're about to break free the two people in charge at the front pull right in front of us and give us that look like they know exactly what we're trying to do.

Today, my legs and butt are as sore as ever but it was worth it to finally ride again.