This past Sunday Megan and I went to our very first bullfight. Though beautiful and interesting though it was it was most likely also my last. I learned that for the faint of heart and weak of stomach:
don't sit close to the ring, and also look at it as a form of art. The movements between the picadors and the bull, (the ones with the pink cloth) were like watching a choreographed dance with added intensity, because if one of the partners misses a step it becomes dangerous for the others. Also the size and strength of the bull was impressive, we were not sitting close to the ring at all an even from our far off seats the shear strength of the animal was apparent. My only real qualm with the event was that a: seats are not made for the people like myself who are long of leg and b: the horses that are used at one part even though given good amounts of protection are blindfolded so they do not even know what hit them. One aspect that we got to see which is apparently a rarity is when the president of the Corrida decides that a bull is not to be killed. In this case the bull was not active enough, therefore it would not have been a good or fair fight. I have pictured below how they got the bull out of the ring. Yup they released the ladies. Just proof that men will follow a pretty woman anywhere. The cows all followed their herder in and then back out of the ring, the bull followed the cows. All in all I really enjoyed the event for what it was, A cultural experience in Spain.
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