In the late 90s, I broke up with everything, left the city, and went north, to the mountains, to the Pyrenees.

My name is Pere, I was born and raised in Barcelona. I've always loved nature, the mountains, animals in general, and especially horses. I dreamed of one day living with horses, dogs, cats, chickens, and a host of other animals, surrounded by green fields and snow-capped mountains.

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In the city, I had everything we're expected to have: a job, a house, a car, and a relatively orderly life. However, I was so poor that all I had was money, and inside, I felt empty. All of this wasn't what I had always dreamed of, and time passed by and life passed me by.

I decided to work for my dreams instead of waiting to be hired to work for other people's. So one day, I went to the Pyrenees and left the city.

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At first it was hard. I worked at many different jobs to make a living, but always with my dreams in mind, the horses called to me in some way, and more and more each time.

 

The horses I had known were different from the ones I saw here in the mountains. I had always seen horses alone, locked in stables or in small spaces with little grass available. They ate straw, if lucky, hay, and feed several times a day. Here in the mountains, the horses had a different outlook. They always lived outdoors, free in the meadows and mountains, eating grass directly from the ground and always in herds with other horses, free, healthy, and happy.

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I met people with horses and immersed myself in everything, learning from them and the horses. I helped with the work in exchange for being with horses and learning. I connected with the cycles of nature: the time to harvest grass for hay, the mating of the mares, and of course, I also learned the noble art of shoveling manure.

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Here in the mountains, my first horse arrived, and my life changed forever. When you discover that a horse is attracted to and interested in you, something in you changes.

I will always be grateful to my first horse for the kindness in its eyes and the patience in its soul. Thank you for putting up with my ignorant and childish behavior. Thank you for being my first love and the beginning of my horse-mad career.

 

I continued working with horses, continuing to learn, train, earn certifications, and become more and more professional. Another horse arrived, and then another, and little by little, I built up a small herd. Over time, many horses have crossed my path; some just passing through, others are still here, and some are gone forever.

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With my first stallion, Rusty Iggins Rey, an American Quarter Horse, I began breeding American breeds, Quarter Horses, Paint Horses, and Appaloosas. I was one of the first studs in Spain to breed these breeds. I also began offering retirement and boarding services for free-roaming horses.

 

This was the beginning of Cavalls Wakan, and also a great responsibility to horses: ensuring their health and well-being. Also, something money can't buy: understanding their emotions and feelings and earning their respect and trust over time.

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A horse only wants to be with you if it likes what it sees inside you. Therefore, I embarked on a process of personal and professional evolution that, along with the horses, has brought me to where I am today. I have always sought that inner peace that horses show us and that connects us with ourselves and the world around us.

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And I am in that evolution, in Montcortès, a privileged corner of the Lleida Pyrenees, surrounded by green fields with snow-capped mountains, dogs, cats, chickens, a herd of more than twenty horses, and a family that supports me in this passion: life among horses.

 

I work and learn with them, just as they work and learn with me, so that we all move forward together, always dreaming of the spring rains that will bring us abundant pastures once again.