Whoa, boy! Menorca.

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.