We're walking up a small street dodging cars and people,
Not really knowing where we are to go. The streets are
lined with short stone walls allowing most of the crowd
to already be into their viewing positions, but these
are backyards, so we walk on.
After a little while, I'm starting to
get nervous. We're walking
and the crowd is lessening.
Where is this bull?
I know it's going to come down this street. Are we going to
be right in the middle of this thing?
Finally, we find the bull,
the police, the end of the street, and an empty pasture
behind a stone fence.
Luckily we were settled when the boom sounded because I might have simply jumped over someone's fence. The cars were stopped but many of the street crowd stayed. The bull was released by a group of men dressed in white shirts and black hats. They were in control of the bull by a rope (or so was the assumption). I only saw the men pull the rope to get the bull out of the pin and in the direction of the crowd.
This went on for about 15 minutes. Some men had umbrellas another had a blanket sown to a rigid bar. They all taunted the bull in some way making for a good show. Randy likened it to Nascar, waiting for the crash. The bull didn't look so good though, and so this run ended with the bull trying to get back into his own pen.
Next blog will be our new home set to be furnished on the 18th! Tootles! Karen
5 comments:
so what was the purpose of the street fighting with the bull? Do they do something with the bull when they are done? Like have a large community bar-b-q.
No, the bull gets a fighting chance and lives another day. They tie it up on a long rope, and they let him go up and down the street, maybe 1/4 mile total length. The people who live on the street will block off their drives and invite people over. There are street vendors, beer stands, and food booths. It's kind of like harvest homecoming with a live bull running up and down the street chasing people!
Maybe I'm just a little slow, but I still don't understand the importance or significance of the bull running up and down the street. Are there no other forms of entertainment or cause to have a festival? Hmmmmm, curious indeed.
Hello... It's a bull...running up and down the street...
what's not to understand? Don' t make fun of my culture. We're a cow loving folk. Next time, I'm gonna run the rope.
Maybe I'll jump on the bull and ride it.
Hmmm...
Don't be a bull-hater. No bulls at your festival? Oh, maybe I shouldn't have said anything...
Okay, I have taken a few days to contemplate this and I have realized that this is something that I am going to have to accept as it is. There is no explanation or reason for it and now I can live with that. I had to go through the same excercise with the whole nascar craze as well.
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