La Plaza de Toros
un sitio y experiencia
One of the things Spain is well known for is the Plaza de Toros--where Bullfighting is held. Before coming here, I didn't realize the bulls were actually killed. The thought of making death a spectaor sport gave me mixed feelings. On one hand I love the sport of things. I love games, entertainment, and demonstration of skill. On the other-hand I hate seeing others (including creatures) in pain. Others in Spain have the same feeling. There's plenty of plotical debates and groups of people advocating the termination of it.
In the end, I was here to experience the culture and wanted to do just that.
It was a quite the experience.
You can see the chest of the toro heave heavily in exhaustion. It's reaction slows. It's head bows lower and lower. At times it even kneals accidentally. At this time the Torero straightens his sword. I get anxious :(
They stare at eachother, the sword pointed at the bull. I think the bull knows what's about to happen.
It takes a few more heavy breathes then charges one last time. The Torero charges back, striking, and dodging out of the way in the last second. If it's a good strike the bull wavers, wandles a few steps, then slowly comes to the ground. If it's bad, well...it takes some time.
The mayor of the city sits up top having observed the whole show. He is to judge what prize the mandator gets. If it's an excellent strike and show, the Teror can recieve the highest prize--both ears and the tail. If it's bad, he recieves nothing.
The crowd stands and waives white tissues, towls, and cloths, similar to the ones the mayor displays. Everyone is cheering and yelling, and waiving their cloth.
One white flag is shown by the mayor. But this doesn't please the crowd. One prize is not good enough. Everyone continues to stand and yell. The Mayor and his companions converse intensively. As if it was a reluctant decision, another white flag is shown. The Madator gets two ears for his kill and the crowd is pleased.
Helpers flock in to rack the stadium, and drag the bull out of the ring. It's off to the carnicero (butcher). Meanwhile, the Torero takes his victory lap with his prize in hand
It was a little upsetting to see, but at the same time fascinating. This was a tradition held for centuries. It's like an ancient art. They know how to dazzle it, but the purpose of the event cannot be hidden. I enjoyed myself. I was intregued by the whole show. We made friends with those sitting next to us as well (it's hard not to when you are elbow to elbow with them). With free drinks, food, and laughes, it made the event more enjoyable. I ended up interacting with the people around more than watching the show. Ha It was fun though and well worth it.
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