The rest of our time in Tarifa was spent lounging on the beach or by the pool. Almost every night, we ate fantastic pizza at our favorite restaurant in the old part of the city. Yesterday, we rode the hotel's horses on the beach. I don't know how to ride a horse, but of course I was given the most stubborn one. They gave me a whip to make him move. Emily's horse thought it was on a cullinary tour of the beach. It stopped to eat every little patch of weeds we passed.