Postcards tagged: Running of the Bulls
MADRID – I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a strange thrill every time a bull shuddered and fell to its knees, the final spasm of death clear even from the top row of seats.
PAMPLONA, Spain – You may be sitting at your desk reading this, but in Spain right now, they're going loco for the toros. Here's what you're missing.
GALICIA, Spain − We traveled through forests, farmland, and tiny medieval villages. We and ate anchovy sandwiches at the cafe where Hemingway hung out during the running of the bulls.