Not something I’m compelled to see again. I finally went to La Maestranza and saw the whole ordeal for myself, for those of you who ask on the regular if I go to bullfights (which is probably none of you, since the people who ask me about bullfights on the regular tend not to be the same people that read my blog).
Right, so, you watch people in a ring wearing Liberace costumes as they work together to kill a bull. The crowd cheers. The crowd chain smokes. The crowd spits sunflower seeds. The crowd also brings toddlers to the spectacle (questionable parenting decision). The crowd gets most excited when blood spills out of the bull’s mouth and the animal collapses to the ground—a sign that the torero made a precise stab straight through two ribs and into the heart.
I’m moving back home soon and menos mal, since I much prefer the bulls we have there.