So, used to be in the long ago days that these proud and feisty guys patrolled Menorca against pirates and other bad sorts. On a trail that hugs the shore and rings the entire island. The trail is still there even though the black horses mostly aren't. I walked a section, remote, lonely, windy. Then to see another, took a beginner ride on a regular pony, a bit scary. One horse had a sit-and-roll-with-rider-on in the lovely warm sand. Some bits so steep no reins, just cling to the horses mane. Had an impromptu demonstration of the up-on-hind-legs-front-ones-pawing-the-air, usually reserved for festivals. When the guide's horse preferred not to go home at our turning point. The view from up high is awesome, but thinking the walking or maybe a bike is the best way to go.
By Maia Pay Ozguc
What it's like to live Barcelona. Impressions. Be curious. Be Barcelona!