There's no better way to conclude this trip through Spain then with a traditional bullfight. Two hours, three matadors, and seven bulls later, the fight was full of lulls, excitements, blood, and cheers. It began with a parade of matadors and officials, and continued on with six twenty minute fights. There are three matadors, who each get two twenty minute segments to kill a bull, that's one bull for every twenty minutes. I know what you're thinking, three matadors with two bulls each, so why did I say seven? Well, one poor bull came bolting out of the gates and plowed into a wall, thus injuring himself and causing the crowd to demand a new bull for the matador.
The fight is fairly gruesome, so if you have a problem with animal cruelty, I suggest you skip over this post, but sit on the edge of your seats for my following posts that do not include animal cruelty. Seriously, turn away now, I warned you...
It's all about flair and how close the matador can get to the bull without getting hurt. It's pretty impressive.
The initial stabbing to anger the bull.
This guy was the best matador of the night. The crowd loved him. At one point he was taunting the bull while on his knees.
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