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We rode the Catalonia Coast & Spanish Horses Trail. It was the trip of a lifetime! Beautiful scenery, well loved, well behaved and well-matched horses with riders, great lodging, great schedule, and a wonderful trail guide Rudi. Rudi clearly loves his horses and takes great care of them and it shows. The weather was also absolutely perfect, so that was added bonus! And the food, oh my goodness the food!! We were fortunate to have "Chef Toni" and Nacho doing meals for our trip, and to say we ate well is a serious understatement! The food was absolutely delicious, and there was lots of it, every meal. From our pickup at Barcelona airport on day one to our drop-off at Barcelona airport on day eight, the trip was hassle free, the logistics were handled, we were well taken care of the entire time. There is not one detail I would change, and I feel incredibly blessed to have enjoyed such beauty and such wonderful company. We are beginning our search for our next riding trip! You will see us again!

Allison

We took part in the Mediterranea Trail and were absolutely thrilled!!! The route was really well thought out, the gallop stretches were fantastic, and the scenery was stunning. The accommodations were clean and comfortable; the food was delicious and more than plentiful 😊. The siesta buffet was especially tasty and unique. Nacho prepared everything with so much care and looked after us and the horses perfectly. The horses were spirited and enduring, sure-footed and fearless. Luis also took great care of everyone and guided us flawlessly. We’ll definitely be back again someday. And of course, we will warmly recommend you to others. Thank you so much for letting us riding with you!

Jenny and Petra Gesslein

We were out with Nikki last week, and you really made us so happy with that. She completely adapted to us and shared so much about the surroundings, which was wonderful, especially when you’re in such a beautiful corner of the world. The horses you picked for us were just perfect, and Nikki made us feel very confident handling them. That was something truly special for us because it helped us build a great connection. I felt totally at ease with Cordobés. The Fisherman’s House is so lovingly and comfortably furnished. The view from the terrace is unbeatable. Thank you so much for your warm hospitality. It was amazing!!

Carola

Just like to send you all my thanks for a very well-organized holiday. I have to say it was exhausting , but very rewarding and I carried a lot of precious memories home. It also was an inspiration to see how life also can be, if just for one week. The problem-solving skills of the head- pirate Rudi, the hospitality of Om without shoes, the wonderful picknicks, and of course the very well behaved, and loved horses are highly appreciated. I will definitely recommend Panorama Trails.

Wendy

Dust on my boots, Stories in my heart! After nearly three decades out of the saddle, I returned to horse riding with a sense of quiet hope and was met with something far beyond expectation. I’ve now completed three rides with Panorama Trails: The Coast Trail, the Outlaw Trail and, before those, the magnificent Andorra Trail. Each one left a deep, irreplaceable impression. All very different. All unforgettable. But it’s the Andorra Trail that carved itself deepest into my soul. A true adventure in the fullest sense of the word. Demanding, yes, but breathtaking, humbling and everything I love most. From the very first moment, it was clear that this was not your average holiday ride. This was a meticulously choreographed expedition across remote mountain paths, thundering rivers and wide-open vistas that make your heart swell. The logistics were seamless. Every detail thought through by the extraordinary team - Rudi, Marionna, Luis and Nacho - who not only guided us, but lived and breathed the trail with us. They cared for the horses as tenderly as they cared for us. Nothing was rushed. Everything had purpose. And the horses, what can I say? Mine was Cordobès, an Andalusian whose power was matched only by his grace. Watching these animals navigate steep, narrow descents and bold river crossings with such confidence was awe-inspiring. You trust your horse with every step and that trust becomes something quietly beautiful. We rode for days through the high Pyrenees, each landscape more astonishing than the last. We picnicked beside waterfalls, shared stories by candlelight in mountain huts and watched the horses roll in the evening light after a long day; pure, unfiltered joy. One night, after a long day in the saddle, we arrived at a tucked-away camp in the Catalan hills. Sadernes. It felt like stepping into a secret. The kind of place that doesn’t announce itself, but gently unfolds. The horses had been seen to, relaxed and well-fed and we slipped into refreshing water washing away dust and effort and thought. We came out renewed, ready for whatever would follow. What followed was one of those rare, golden nights. We gathered at a long wooden table under the open sky, drawn together by hunger and the day’s shared rhythm. The food, local, generous, made with care, seemed to appear just when we needed it. There was laughter, stories, that quiet contentment that settles over a group who’ve lived something real together. Later, Luis picked up a guitar and together with the Spanish riders they sang. We sat by the fire until the dark deepened around us and the stars freckled the skies. And then, the cherry on the cake: a round dome tent nestled in the trees. Inside, a circle of colourful mattresses, like petals of a flower. We lay there, listening to the soft murmur of fellow riders still talking into the night; horses, trails, life. In the morning, light filtered through the canopy, and it felt like we woke up not just in nature, but inside something rare. It’s a night I carry with me. Not for any grand moment, but for the feeling: of ease, of connection, of having belonged, just for a while, to something quietly perfect. This so much goes beyond a trail ride. It’s a journey. At lease I went home with dust on my boots, stories in my heart and something quietly shifted inside.

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