Spain. Bullfighting. Tradition. Gore. Red Capes. Etc.
We ended up conveniently ´landing´ in Madrid on a weekend where a bullfighting competition fell. Lucky us. Or so we thought.
The inhumane sport of tiring out, spearing, and gouging a stupid bull to it´s death is considered top entertainment. The poor bull had no chance. It was almost comical to watch the bull chase after and pursue a flimsy red cape time and time again...and not learn that there was nothing behind other then a sword waiting to stab the bull in the open wound on it´s back.
We expected the gore (as we were prewarned)...but not to the extent of what we saw. Let´s just say this would be a one-time experience...if once. I think half of an experience was more than plenty. When you see a sword be buried in the back of a bull and blood come spurting out of it´s mouth and nose...you wonder just exactly what you got yourself into. This is just a glimpse into what bullfighting is.
So next time you are in Spain...
