Sometime in early March, I met up with friends in Cercedilla, España. It’s about a one to two hour train ride from the capital Madrid.
Once I arrived there, I was greeted by the view of the mountains with a fog slightly covering the sky.
It was refreshing to have the wind blowing on my face and to see the green field with cows and sparse trees.
Marcos, one of the guides at the ranch, showed us the many horses. Some were purebreds while others were mixed blood. While all the horses were trained and brought up the same way, each horse walked/trotter differently based on their breed.
Soon, my friends and I got to ride the horses. Mine was a black stallion named Alvin and was sweating all over. I thought he was bathed recently but one of the owners said he was just sweating because it was hot where he was.
The trail was a bit rocky and there were many other riders besides us and we strolled one behind the other.
I like horseback riding because I can reflect on my thoughts while I enjoy nature at the same time.
After riding and rescuing me from a locked public restroom, Marcos dropped us off at the town and showed us a typical restaurant. And there we dined on tortilla, pork, and dessert dulce de leche and some flan.
Afterwards, we took a scenic route and then boarded the train back to Madrid. All was well.