In any situation, eating comes first. I headed for a restaurant. The food of the intimate restaurant was enough to make us disappointed at the town following the accommodation. Unlike its appearance, taste of the food made me sad.
A horse riding! What a great thing that would be! It lured me to come here. There were two courses. I only remember that Ichose the shorter course. Aguide in cowboy costume showed us two horses. They look exhausted. The guide said that it was third time to carry people on their back. “Get on the horse and follow me” after saying that, the guide went forward riding horse. “How can we start without any informationabout riding?” my friend asked in surprise. “It is the first time to ride a horse”. The guide turned back, and taught us. “To go right, draw the rein to the right. To go left, to the left”. “It is easier than I thought it would be” I thought. “Vamonos!”. We put spurs to the horse.
After getting out of the town, the mountain path greeted us. A wide prospect burst upon my view. Trees sat sparsely away from the path. The beaten pathled us to the peak, but was so narrow that only one horse could pass. Low slopes lined on the both side of the path. The horses marched in a line. They usuallywent slow on the road, but suddenly raced down on the hill.Sometimes they jumped as if something happened. The end of the path looked connected to clouds, but getting close clouds moves away before we knew. My patience was running out with the race because the hard saddle kept torturing me. I could not capture the wonderful sight in my eyes. Only after getting off the horse, every beautiful scene and emotion rushed into me