Call me a bad person, but I really enjoyed my first live bullfight. AND FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT AGREE WITH IT, YOU MAY NOT WANT TO READ THIS ENTRY! : ) Since I saw a Torero(aka matador), on TV in Canada, get down on one knee and rìp open his jacket in front of a snorting bull, whom he had just faught, I have been intrigued by this very traditional and complicated, sport. Amongst all the Señoras with flowers in there hair, long ruffled skirts, and plastic jewllery, Señors with large cigars, straw hats and very serious looks on their faces was little, Canadian, me. And I couldn´t have been happier! Everything surrounding and including the event screemed honour, tradition, and passion. Our seats were in the sun(cheap), and in the middle section
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