Life List #43: Go horseback riding.
Horseback riding in Monteverde, Costa Rica.
I’d never ridden a horse before. Maybe, possibly, one of those ponies that goes around a pole at a carnival when I was a child. Possibly. But probably not. Such is life.
Most backpackers come to Monteverde to do the zipline or the bungee jump or possibly both. But as I’ve tried so very hard to establish here: I’m not extreme. And I don’t like heights. And I especially don’t like falling from heights. So as much as people keep calling me Supergirl, I have no desire to actually fly through the air like a bird, a plane, or a speeding bullet.
So instead of wasting my money or fertilizing the landscape with my tears, I decided to tackle one of my life list items instead: go horseback riding.
I mean, even horseback riding was a little extreme for me. Horses are kind of wobbly. And then those fuckers start galloping and you have to hold on for dear life.
It wasn’t all that hard though, after the first ten minutes of getting used to riding a living creature. Of course, my horse, Reina, just followed whoever was in front of her. If they were going slowly, she was going slowly. If they picked up their trot, so did she. So I didn’t have to actually really know what I was doing. Except when someone else’s horse decided that my leg was a scratching post and I had to try to escape.
If you’re going to go horseback riding for the first time, Monteverde is probably the place to do it. Because it’s damn beautiful. Even if you can’t really enjoy the scenery because you’re holding on for dear life.
“Go horseback riding” was number 43 on my life list.