This past weekend I went to Pamplona to run with the bulls. It was a crazy, wild, insane weekend. We went out at 10 at night and returned at 10 the next morning. The run was at 8am (after being up for around 24 hours straight), and I can't possibly explain the excitement and thrill I experienced running with the bulls. At the end of the run everyone filters into an arena where a huge crowd is waiting. When we got into the arena the crowd was going crazy and I felt like a rock star. I'm pretty sure I even said "thank you thank you," and bowed a few times. My voice is gone because of how loud I was yelling trying to keep the crowd going, like it makes a difference to the crowd... I recorded the entire run, but obviously it's pretty shaky so I've got to stabilize it before posting. I lost count of the number of people who told me it was dumb to run, but I would never forgive myself if I left Pamplona without doing it.
I'm now traveling with just my thoughts and can't wait for the next few weeks. After spending about two months in Spain, I arrived in Rome today, and after this I'm going to Prague, Vienna, and Germany before heading back home. I miss massive portions of food, oversized stores, and Internet at my fingertips. "Everything's bigger in Texas (and America)" is such a true statement.
Alright. I'm off to see Christopher Columbus's grave now. I'm almost positive these famous people aren't really buried where they say they are.. They just tell people that to attract tourists.
Until next time!
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| The required attire |
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| Packed streets at all times |
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| Yeah he jumped |
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| My running mates from Australia and England |
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| I was down there somewhere |
