Plaza De Toros Arena |
Max and I |
Our $2.00 tickets lead us to the nosebleed section...the top row of seats, facing the burning sun. Ok. We would deal with it. It was an even bigger surprise to see the gates to each portal entrance were locked and no one could leave during each bullfight! They were open briefly to use the restroom or grab a drink, but then they were quickly locked again. As we settled in with the scorching sun and dizzying heights, we noticed that there was not one other child in the arena! Whoa! We were learning more and more about this tradition.
I will admit, the matadors looked fantastic in their outfits with hats and matching clothes. The rolling of their capes to attract the bulls was a liquid, fluid motion, in sync with the sway of their bodies. The bulls never cowered or appeared frightened. They behaved as fearless, charging bulls.
The gates finally opened and we walked the distance to our hotel. The bustling streets, once overstuffed with people heading this way and that, were now deserted. Not a soul to be seen on the weaving sidewalks. It was as if World War Z had mobilized, or the "Flash" had hit while we were safely locked in the arena. It was THE SIESTA...another custom to sift through. No restaurants, no window shoppers, just peace and serenity for your busy day. A nice concept....
Class dismissed...
Class dismissed...