(Ricky Martin is really contributing to these Spanish posts...xo)
So guess what I did (no judging!)...
I went to a Bull Fight!
Here are some quick facts for you:
1. I went for the cultural experience...
2. Bull fights are really sad, loud, and drawn out.
3. Bull fights will be outlawed in Barcelona by 2012.
4. Protestors stand outside the arena covered in red paint.
5. The matadors wear pink socks and prance around like Fred Flinstone.
6. The Mariachi plays when the bull enters the ring and whenever the fight gets real intense.
7. Armored horses participate in the fight. (Actually, a bunch of other men are involved too...)
8. The crowed really does yell OLE! when the bull charges the matador.
9. The crowd really does yell BOOOOO! when the matador fails to kill the bull on the first few tries.
10. The matadors are practically celebz in Spain and after the fight, gurlz (not bulls) start charging the men!
SWITCH GEARZ.
And this is me eating Paella and drinking Sangria because I like to pretend I'm a local wherever I go.
^And these are churros and Catalan cream...because we LUV sweetz.
^And this is ferret...aka Cityfurriez.
And with that said...we're off to Dublin to do an Irish Jig.
Buenos Noches. xo.
Kat
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