Watching bulls getting tortured with yards of red fabric, spears, and swords isn’t generally my preferred choice of entertainment, that being said, it is a cultural experience, and for only 12 euros I decided to go. Grayson on the other hand had already witnessed this bloody debacle and wasn’t up to reliving something he hates. His words, “I don’t think it’s good to go to something where I end up hoping and cheering for the humans to die.” So if you find that you yourself are an animal lover, this post probably isn’t for you.
There were six bulls being offered up for slaughter yesterday, each one larger in weight than the one before, I sat through three before I decided I’d seen enough of dying bulls and the cocky young men (my opinion) who killed them. It doesn’t mean much, but I heard they give the meat to the poor, I’d have to do more research to confirm that, but for now it makes me feel a little better . . .
VICTORY! ha . . .
This is a third of the pictures I took, but I was too lazy to go through them all and I’ll spare you all the gore!