Here we are waiting for our ponies to be assigned. Each child is given a pony to be lead by their parent on a path through the resort. We figured "no problem, these ponies know what they're doing even if we don't".
Now tell me - do you call these ponies? I call them HORSES. Well maybe not HORSES, but definitely horses. Our two children were the only ones that didn't get ponies. They said it was because of their age - despite there being a girl bigger in size than John (guess she must have been younger)
At first we were doing fine although Scott got quite a head start on us since they had to saddle John's horse. Thank heavens for big kid photographers.
and THEN the fun began. John's horse, Biance, decided to go up a slight incline on the side of the path for a snack. I pulled her back from there. Continue a little more and she veers towards some bushes for more food. As I'm trying to pull her back to to the path, the lead comes OFF in my hand!! I have no equestrian experience and it's not a simple clasp that I know how to use. I grab the bridle (I think that's what it's called) and manage to keep the horse in one place. Madeleine came over and got John off the horse since I was very concerned about controlling this creature. We needed HELP and we were too far for the stable hands to see us. I sent Abigail back to get help but she speaks no French and the stable girl spoke almost no English. Thankfully the landscaping guys were coming by in their golfcart and saved the day. John decided that was enough excitement for him - Bianca was returned to the stable and we went and got a refund
Not sure what else we did that day but there are no other pics - guess we were traumatized.