OIX

If I look totally wasted, it's because I was!

When we woke up and found out we had another 8 hour ride...my fun meter was on low.

Nothing like a good breakfast, Diet Coke and a view to cheer me up.

This is our room in Beget.... our own little cottage.

 Going on this trip reminded of all the cool things about Trent!

He is so good to help, he sees others needs and is the first one

to lighten a load. And he does it with a smile. He would help others

saddle their horses, carry my horses bucket of feed,  help Rudy organize gear

and anything else that needed to be done.  Not to mention, he backed track for 

a long ways just to see if he could find my lost earring. He didn't find it but I think

he is way rad for trying!

I am not sure if I mentioned the bush whacking we had to do on this ride?

It was down right- nasty. At the end of our day we would compare battle wounds,

 marks left on our arms or legs from rubbing along thorny bushes. I had bruises on my

stomach from leaning over the top of my saddle to avoid low hanging branches. This doesn't

really sound like vacation....I think Trent and I might be crazy that we love this kind of stuff.

Lunch on the beach!

A swim and a light siesta (nap).

Our rides always ended with a round of drinks!

 Diet Coke has never tasted so good.

Oix

 had one of my favorite Spanish meals.

It was called a potato tortilla, it was potatoes and 

eggs fried into a patty...so good.

This is our pink room in Oix...we were totally spent!

I am not sure if either of us even noticed

how bright our room was at the time.

Night, night...tomorrow we ride again!

Beget

Breakfast! 

These poor people were with us every waking moment of the day,

not only did they have to endure us for a whole week we ALL had to endure

tomatoes, cheese and cold meets for every single breakfast. Nothing says good morning like

tomatoes and garlic!

Ready to ride! Destination Beget.

We also rode through a bit of France, it was a terrific ride. I know, a million pics,

keep up if you can :)

I loved the sound of hooves on the cobbles stone streets, and how the Spaniards would

come out to watch.

France!

Caroline is one of my favorites! She is from the Netherlands.

We had some great talks. She was probably really

sick of hearing Trent and I sing"Sweet Caroline" sung in our mock

Neil Diamond voices, at least 2200 times a day.

Thanks for being nice Caroline!

 A few days out of the week we were lucky enough to have  Buffalo and his honey meet

us on the trail with a beautiful lunch spread! It beat the cold meat and tomatoe picnics

we had to eat.

Buffalo and his honey Judith.

Martin...what a cool guy! He is our Swedish friend.

Good that he came along or Trent would have been flying

solo with the ladies. Martin is Mr.Positive and totally fun to be around!

This was our attempt at a foot spa.

Our Nina friend...she liked my hat. They thought it was

strange that Trent and I didn't wear helmets. I tried

to explain, that we would be seriously mocked if we strapped helmets on our heads.

A few more hours in the saddle and we made it to Beget!

Probably the prettiest place we stayed. It felt like we were walking into a Disney set. Absolutely

quaint and beautiful! (Yes Michele, QUAINT)

Rudy shlepping my bags over the cobblestone streets for me.

I guess he is not all bad.

Dinner started at 10 -Ouch!

After riding all day I thougth I might fall asleep

face first into my dinner plate. Excellent ride, dinner and company!

 ps I loved the goat cheese!

Espinavell

We ride again..again,again and again! from here on it was new rides different day.

We would get up and ride 6-8 hours to our next destination.

I have never ridden this hard and for this long. I should totally try out for Strawberry Days Rodeo Queen or something.

I should tell the story, how I was not allowed to touch my horse. Rudy (guide) informed me

that my Paquito was a "biter not a lover." At first I was kind of sad, but I got over it really

fast and loved that my pony was saddled every morning for me.

When I look at Trent I can hear  the sound track "Return to Snowy River". 

Totally....

We came up on this herd of fat, I am talking extra fat, ponies.

We learned that the Spaniards eat them. It made me sick AND kind of sad.

 I thought it was funny that my saddle bags had the wine for lunch

I guess they thought I would be a safe candidate!

Another picnic with Rudy, you can trust that he liked to run his

pretty hands through his Fabio like hair right before serving us the goods.

Trent asked me to quit pointing that out. Between Rudy and one of the German gals

dropping her pants to cool down while she ate, it made for some great entertainment.

These are a couple of our German chick friends.

They kept their pants on. And once Nina quit with her jabs on America we 

became good buddies.

Nina and Kristina

Martin & Trent

 Dropping into Espinavell

 Our place...

 Rudy-

The Germans would pronounce it, "Woody"

It always made me happy.

Dinner! No, it was not horse :)

Why is chocolate so much better in Europe? Even the hot chocolate!