Since the bullring was down the road and a large part of the culture, we decided to see a fight. Bad idea. There were 3 fights in total. The first 2 fights were 'normal' as in the matador teases the bull with his cape and eventually kills it by putting his sword in his neck/back. Sad to watch, but it is a clean fight and thankfully a fast death. Unfortunately the 3rd fight was awful. The matador stabbed the bull several times; unfortunately in the wrong part each time. The bull got weak, fell down several times but got back up and kept fighting. It was awful to watch the bull suffer so we all started booing the matador. Eventually the bull was put out of his misery and we continued to boo. Although bullfighting is a huge sport in Spain... the matadors are only applauded if the bull is killed in the proper way. In a perfect world bulls would not be killed, but obviously that would be in a dream world! ha.
I noticed on yahoo news this morning pictures from running of the bulls.
A long time ago Kory and I wanted to see this in action... my parent's not so much. They are troopers so we all pilled in the car and drove to a nearby town to see it ourselves. The Naval base had already told Americans if they raced and got hurt they would not help. If a bull tramples over you or you get a horn stuck in your butox, tough! We did not want to participate so we met some locals and were invited to sit on their roof. Best seat in the house! We got to watch the idiots below us running get trampled by bulls, scream, cry, laugh, and we even saw a drunk bum jump into a trash dumpster to hide. Smart man! At every race a few people get hurt, and unfortunately we witnessed a woman being trampled and appeared to be injured. Perhaps she was just scared to death!
Five injured in packed running of bulls
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