|Running with the bulls|
After lunch we went to stake out our seats in the plaza mayor where they had set up the stadium for the bull fight. We were early enough that we pretty much had the pick of any seat we wanted and so of course we chose the front row that way us short people could actually see. We had made sure we didn’t sit in a section that said reservado when an old woman walked up below us and started basically harassing us. We could understand everything she was saying, but she still wasn’t making any sense, she even tried to insult us while standing in front of us saying that we were dumb Americans who can’t speak Spanish in which Giovanna and I replied saying, “Podemos entender Señora” and the woman went quite and walked away. We turned around and asked a some local men who were sitting behind us what the deal was and they said we were fine to sit where we were so we didn’t sweat it (later they somewhat gave us a complaint/insult saying that “los chinos no entienden nada, pero los americanos un poco” always funny when people don’t think that you can understand what they are saying, but you do). Next this old man came over, whom I think was the woman’s husband, and told us that we could sit there and if she came back and bothered us again to ignore her and say that he gave us permission and to say that we were his “hijos,” basically he was super sweet and the cutest old man ever.
|Flores para las americanas from the Torero|
All in all it was definitely a cultural experience to say the least. I enjoyed it, especially how close we were to the action, sometimes the bull ran right into the wall below us and we could feel it hit, but I don’t think I could go to another one. It was something I had to experience while here, that is for sure and I am so happy I did, besides if we were to go to one, it would be in a large stadium and we wouldn’t be as close to the action. I’ve never experienced something like Carnaval in Ciudad Rodrigo and I’m very happy I made the trip.