The running of the bulls.
Today marks the opening of the Fiesta de San Fermin and the running of the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. Sixty odd years ago today my late wife and I started our retirement jaunt around the world in Pamplona. I had already taken her to the bullfights, and she hated it and cheered for the bull. We were not there to go to the fights but to watch the street party goers in the street then watch the people running ahead of the bulls from the pens through the streets to the arena. No I didn't run, I couldn't even if I wanted to as I was in the recovery stage of having blown out my two knees skiing.
It's got to be one of the biggest pizzups in the world. Everybody carried a Bottella,(including us.) a leather covered flask from which you squirt the wine into your mouth from a foot or more away from your mouth. The running course is fenced in by a wooden barricade and the runners lead or try to from the bulls the bulls being led by led by three cows. there's part of the fencing were runners can climb and escape out of the road and the path of the bulls other than that it's hit the deck and curl into a ball to protect your neck and the family jewels and the odd doorway. The object of the running is to stay ahead of the bulls from the stockyard, through the streets and into the arena and do a couple of dodges from the pizzed off bulls.
We had a good spot behind a barricade and close enough to the bulls we could have stroked them as they ran past. After that. it was a nap as dinner hour doesn't start until 10pm in Spain. I never figured out when the Spanish sleep other than a nap in the afternoon. You can't go to sleep early as the woman are nattering in the streets watching their kids play until 10pm when it's in for dinner.
We loved Spain but you also look forward to leaving so you could get a nights sleep. There was just my late lovely wife, me and the memories of Hemingway's books and the movies made from them
"We had it all, just like Bogie and Becali staring in our own late late show. and we sailed away to Key Largo too. Cheers, Rodney
Rodney David Richard Mills
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