Okay, where do I need to pick up here? The bullfight was quite the spectacle. So exciting that I had to keep reminding myself how much I am not down with that sort of thing. I kept hoping one of the matadors would get gored (I figure they were there by choice, whereas the bull didn't volunteer), but the closest I got to seeing that was watching some of them bolt for the walls and fling themselves over (that was pretty hilarious in itself though). After the fight we went out for a night on the town and had a great time because it was a fiesta day and everyone was out drinking. The next day when we woke up we had to trudge to the bus station nursing hangovers just to find out we were
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