Horses, horses, horses, everywhere.

On the way to work this morning traffic was held up for a
herd of horses crossing the road. This is a common
occurrence. Horses are wild here; when the Spanish left,
they left behind their horses. Over the centuries they have
roamed wild, uninterrupted, multiplying in number. I
wonder if anyone knows how many there are. The
inhabitants on the island are basically poor, so they find a
horse and that's their transportation. The only
requirements is to feed and shoe them. It seems if they
don't have food, they brand them, and let them roam free,
finding their own food. However; its a pain to find them
when you want them. I live across from a ball park, behind
the ball park is a big field, where there's always horses;
some tied and some freely grazing.
Its hot, I always get excited, watching the half naked kids
riding their horses bareback, with maybe a blanket, but
rarely a saddle. Its summer here, year around, so they
don't need to wear shoes or shirts, just shorts. What I think
is really hot is when you see them riding in the rain; wow.


I'm going to write about Flaco the boy across the ball park,
who has a horse. But....later.