Taylor H.
Yelp
You know those girls who are stupid horse obsessed? They talk about horses, they draw horses, they only read books about horses?
I was that girl. I was so that girl and that was my reputation.
So when my husband, sister, and I landed in Vienna Austria for the last leg of our backpacking trip, the Spanish Riding School was a must.
The tours were sold out the day I stopped in, so we booked a tour the following day at 1pm.
We had a pretty big group. Our tour guide spoke incredible English, however we had two incredibly rude Americans in our group who kept saying to themselves "I can't hear her" "It would be great if I could hear her" "What did she say?" They could have just shut up and tried to listen, or, and here's a monumental idea: move to the front of the group, idiots! Ok, sorry. Moving on.
The tour began in the stunning Winter Riding School. The arena is breathtakingly beautiful and the floor is very well maintained. Since this was the 1pm tour, we didn't get to see the horses perform, but you take what you can get, right?
We then saw the warm up paddock, and then crossed the street to the stables. They were absolutely beautiful! And we could see a few Lipizzaners poking their heads over their stall doors and eye us in the courtyard. For the safety and sanity of the horses, no pictures or touching the horses are allowed. Again, I understand that. Not everyone knows how to turn off their flash, so it's best to just ban photos, and you don't want to stress out these prize horses by having hundreds of strangers a day reaching through the bars straining to pet them. Horses do bite, and these are stallions, which tend to be more ornery than geldings. Anyways, our guide had to remind those two Americans that no pictures were allowed of the horses in the courtyard.
The tour continued to the tack room where we got to see and learn about their training equipment and show equipment. A stable cat joined us and reveled in the attention. Pictures were allowed here, and the cat was happy to model.
Then we got to tour the stables. This was amazing!! There were over 70 stallions at the Spanish riding school (I'll save telling you why so you have reason to go on the tour when you get there) and we got to walk amongst the stalls of these magnificent animals. There were young ones, old ones, and we got to hear all about them. I will say, since people aren't allowed to reach in and touch them, it might have made these stallions more curious about the strangers, so several of them would stand at the bars of the front of their stalls and watch us, sometimes sniffing at our hair and clothes. While I love horses, I'll admit, they aren't the most intelligent creatures. But these horses were. Training, discipline, and fine breeding has created some unusually smart horses, and their curious and bold nature as stallions remains intact. They are beautiful, their stables are an architectural work of art, and I couldn't believe I was there drinking it all in. The effect was only slightly spoiled by those same two Americans blatantly taking pictures, and acting surprised and stupid when the tour guide told them "Stop taking pictures, I'm serious." This is why nobody likes American tourists, you guys! Including my group, there were another 4 Americans who hopefully glared nastily at these two middle aged Uglies, and respectfully asked further questions into her guide, that she could see we were all just as annoyed with them as she was and laid no claim to them as representatives of our nation. These are probably the same types of people who would leave 1 star reviews here on Yelp or Trip Advisor. "We didn't get what we wanted! This sucks!" No, you get what you get and you appreciate it for what it's worth. That's the whole point of traveling. Have some freaking respect.
Anyways, I loved it. I loved the tour. No regrets. It would have been nice if they could have had a live prancing demonstration each tour, because I would have enjoyed that and also would have like to watch the rider or stable grooms go through the routine of unsaddling and wiping down the horse. But, like I said, you appreciate it for what it is and I am thrilled beyond words to have been inches away from these legendary horses I read so much about as a child. Dreams do come true!