Finding the bus to the horseback riding place was a challenge. Every person we asked told us to wait in a different place. The travel agency told us to look for a big white bus. Eventually someone pulled up in a small dark gray BMW and took us to the stables. The guide was a nice old Greek cowboy. He played American hard rock. We rode the horses along dirt paths and down a black sand beach. Shannon and Emily's horses did not get along; both horses tried to charge down the beach. After arriving back at the stable, he took us to a local bakery where we ate some amazing pastries.

Took a nap at the hotel after dropping off our laundry. Woke up and watched American movies in our room; it was too cold to go back out.