So I'm re-doing this post in the cliff-notes version. But now I'm jaded so it's not going to be witty and clever, just warning you.
So I went to the festival of San Fermin, more commonly known as the running of the bulls. It was awesome.
Monday: Our connection from Madrid to Pamplona was canceled after waiting for 6 hrs in the airport, so they redirected us to San Sabastian which is a gorgeous coastal city in the north. Then they put us in taxis and we drove to Pamplona. It was a crazy day of travel, but at least I had a good view!

Tuesday: We had a traditional European breakfast of juice and stale bread for $15 and headed to the opening ceremony of the festival. Thousands of people cram into the medieval town square. People hanging from the balconies, everyone dousing other people with booze, mostly Sangria, but there was champagne and beer being sprayed around, too. (insert: I went with friends from work and there was a lot of alcohol consumption occurring, I don't judge, neither should you) Anyway, I don't know if you can get drunk by wine seeping into your pores, but if you can, I would have been. We were all covered. At noon a rocket goes off announcing the start of San Fermin. Confetti is bombed out on the crowd with cannons, people go nuts, it's just an all-around good time. Here are before and after pics:


Also of note- the streets were literally running with wine. Can honestly say I've never seen that before.

There were also child-assassins running around with super-soakers spraying unsuspecting passers-by.

When in Pamplona, you must pay tribute to Ernest Hemingway.

Wednesday: We woke up before dawn to get a good spot to watch the first bull-run of the week. I couldn't help taking this picture of the aftermath of the first day/night of partying. It looks like Armageddon has come and gone. It was actually kind of eery wandering around here.

We found a nice view of Pamplona from the city wall. It's a beautiful area.

We didn't make it to the spot we wanted to watch the run from in time to get a great view so we headed to the stadium where the run ends instead. After the initial 6 full-grown bulls run in and through and right back out they release younger bulls with cork caps on their horns into the crowd of people that actually ran the run. This lasts for about an hour and there are usually a couple of injuries resulting. Crazy.

After the run and the fun in the ring we wandered around the city and stumbled upon the San Fermin procession. It was a fun parade with big-heads and man-horses. Kind of fun!

After a nap, we headed to the bull fight. The 6 bulls who run in the morning are the ones that face of with the matador in the evening. I didn't know that bull fights were to the death, and it was actually a little disturbing towards the end, but watching the matador dance with the bull was really really cool. I only stayed for two fights and then I went back to the hotel and watched Spain trounce Germany in the World Cup quarter finals. I was sad that Germany lost, but the Spaniards definitely know how to celebrate: with fireworks well into the night. Well well well into the night. :)



Thursday: We got up early again (4am) to get a good seat to watch the beginning of the run. This is the very start of the run where the statue of San Fermin is. These guys are chanting a prayer for safety. GOOD LUCK!

Here's the actual run, I don't have pics because I was taping it. Enjoy!