Lisbon

How come traveling can never be easy? Budget travel gets you what it gets you ... from point A to point B ... with no luxuries in between!

My friends and I had a 7:30 am flight out of Madrid to Lisbon ... so we wanted to get to the airport around 6 ... only problem is the first train from our town to Madrid is at 5:30 ... so we'd get to the airport at about 7:00 .... no dice.

So, we did what apparently ever other american college student living in Spain was doing ... took the 11:30 pm last train into the airport and slept there! When I say literally every college student was doing this ... the entire check in area of RyanAir and Easy Jet (two low budget european airlines) was literally lined with sleeping bodies. It looked like a mix of the end result of a concentration camp or pre school nap time on steroids ... still haven't decided which. But, that's what you get for $20 flights!

We landed in Lisbon only about an hour later and checked into our hostel. We had so much time that day, plus 3 more days ... we really didn't know what to do with ourselves. My friends wanted to nap so we ended up wasting about the entire afternoon which I wasn't happy about, they woke up just in time for dinner ... which was at a buffet all you can eat for 5.95 ... good enough! Then we went out for the night. Lisbon has this amazing drink ... its sort of a fruity twist on a mojito ... instead of crushed mint leaves its crushed strawberries, sugar, and a special Portuguese alcohol ... i'm definitely going to have to learn to make this when I get back to America.

The next day we did the hop on hop off bus tour, went down by the water, explored a little ... but my friends got a really bad sunburn because they just wore tank tops so then we had to search for sunscreen and lotion for them! we ate dinner down by the water and then again they napped (they napped a lot ... it wasnt my most fun trip) after two kind of boring days I made the executive decision that we were going to the beach. One of my friends was too sunburnt and stayed home ... i really didn't care, i wanted to go to the beach so i hopped on the train and i went. It was the coolest thing ever! I've never swam in an ocean the first week of april! not only that but this beach, called Cascais is the western most point of europe ... i had to hike over a lot of rocks and up some long streets to get there, but i was determined to stand on the westernmost point ... aka the closest i've been to home in 4 months. It was definitely worth it. Cascais was an amazingly beautiful, bright colored beach town. The entire train ride went parallel to the ocean so it was cool to see how the beaches changed the further west we got.

I have always known that I love the beach, I swim in the water in Maine when its 60 degrees, I'm a Pisces, we love the water, we love watching the waves and getting lost in day dreams ... but after two kind of grouchy lame days seeing the ocean really had a magical way of lifting my spirits. the two friends who came with me were still very sunburnt so they couldn't really lay out in the sun but i parked my butt down in that Portuguese sand and napped, read, went for a swim, and really enjoyed myself!

Anyways, i wish i had more to write about regarding lisbon except it wasn't the most eventful trip. Don't get me wrong it was absolutely gorgeous weather ... 75 and sunny, and the city itself was affordable, and quite pretty but my friends and I clashed a lot about what to do and where to go ... which is always frustrating when traveling in groups. oh well.

Then on the way home our flight got delayed ... as a result we missed the last train out of Madrid back to our town ... but we had class in the morning so we couldn't sleep at the airport. we took the metro from the airport to a big train station, transferred there to another metro which brought us to a bus port, caught a bus to the center of our town and then had to take a cab from the center of town back to where we live ... not so fun! Which made me realize I have no idea how im going to get from my dorm to the airport when I leave for good because I have two fifty pound suitcases! can't walk far, nor can you really do public transportation because you cant wheel two suitcases thru the turnstiles at the metro. oh dear! looks like I'll have to splurge for a 50 euro cab ride.

in other news, I bought a dress for the ring dance which I'm quite excited about! I have a fitting on Monday so I'll post some pics then. I still took lots of pics of portugal, it was really beautiful, i just didn't have a lot of fun ... except the beach ... that was amazing!

here's the link: lisbon pics

Paris ... again

Well, it's 10pm at night my time and I'm in the airport because I'm too cheap to buy a hostel for a night when I have to get up at 3am anyways to head to the airport for my 6:30 am flight.

Since I have quite a few hours on hand here I figured I could update my blog:

the night before we left for paris, wendy, elizabeth and I (wendy is elizabeth's friend) went to a flamenco show, so although my photo album is titled paris, there are some spanish pictures in it as well)

Paris was quite an adventure!

It all started when my sister's luggage was overweight by 200 euro -- 266 us dollars (no idea how much it actually weighed but I knew it would cost a lot!) she went to one counter and I to the other. I only had a small bag, maybe 20 lbs at most so I asked the man a the counter not to put my bag away until I knew my sisters bag was going to go on the plane, because if not I'd have to squeeze some of her stuff into my bag.

I also may have spoken in Spanish, made a few innocent mistakes on purpose, got him to smile and laugh ... then in English explained that if her bag is overweight not only will she cry, but she wont come on the trip and I've been dreaming to go to Paris for my entire life ... and as my predictions would have it ... the woman at her counter would not let her get away without paying 266 usd .. so Elizabeth declared she would not go on the trip

I waved her over to me to see if we could readjust some things and at least get the cost down when the man at my check-in counter snuck her bag onto the conveyor belt and told her not to worry about the cost because "paying that would really ... really be terrible" phew! crisis averted ... or so I thought.

So we made it to Paris no problem, but had to take a 1.5 hour bus into the city because we flew into a small airport outside of the city. That was no problem. However, once off the bus we had to take the metro to our hotel ... Wendy and I have longer legs than Elizabeth and we got on the metro first, as she was getting on the doors began to close and in a panic she let go of her suitcase!!! the metro took off, wendy, me, our luggage, and elizabeth were on but elizabeth's very large, very heavy suitcase was still sitting on the platform! wendy got off at the next stop, while Elizabeth and I backtracked back to the original platform to hope the bag was still there. Wendy htought maybe a nice person would bring it onto the train so she was going to watch for that at the next stop. By the grace of god a very nice woman brought the luggage over by the police stand and stood with it, took nothing from it, put nothing in it and was really just being a nice french person ... so why does everyone always say the French are rude??? :)

well, once we got settled into our hotel it was about 5pm, we walked down around to a big hotel, went to the post office, window shopped and then met 2 of Elizabeth's friends for dinner. She studied in China with these friends and hasn't seen them since so it was fun for her to hang out with them and they were very nice people to me as well. After that Elizabeth and her friends stayed out while Wendy and I went to bed.

In the morning we essentially covered Paris in one day ... we hit the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triumph, Moulin Rouge, and Notre Dame!

Now, when we got to the Eiffel tower we learned it was cheaper and faster to climb 1/3 of the way up and then take an elevator to the top. after staying in line for about 1/2 hour we bought tickets and began to climb ... right away my fear of heights kicked in but I knew I couldn't stop or I'd be stuck ... afriad to go down and afraid to keep going up ... so I tried my best to look only at the stairs and not the very distant city or river below me, and we made it up. It was about 40 degrees, windy, cold and rainy though so when we reached the stopping point we grabbed some hot cocoa and peeked in the gift shop. Then we had to buy tickets to go up the elevator, waited in line about an hour for that, and then up we went!

i found it really funny that at the first stopping point after the climb up the stairs they had pay phones! you could call home just to say "hey, i'm on the eiffel tower!" I thought about it, but it would have cost about 15 euro so no one in America got calls from me :(

After the eiffel tower we stopped for lunch and to warm up!! i got french onion soup mm good and of course, a crepe. the picture of the crepe didn't upload onto flickr for some reason so here it is:

mmm banana, nutella and whipped cream!

well after lunch we headed to Notre Dame which was breathtaking but so dark inside it was hard to take pictures! After that we headed to the Lourve but unfortunately it was closed so then we walked down the very expensive high fashion district which ended with the Arc di Triumph which celebrates Napoleon's conquests ......

....... and now a homeless man walked into the airport and is setting up his bed next to me, so i'm going to close my computer and get walking.

write more in a minute!

aaaanddd i'm back. i walked to a chair next to customer service and away from the door to the street. much better!

anyways,

the next day we got up and went to Easter Mass at another famous church called Sacre Coeur or sacred heart in english. There were 13 priests (well one was a bishop) and 30 nuns leading hte mass. the nuns sat on either side of the altar and sang in latin while the priests all participated in the mass. There was an ENORMOUS ENORMOUS pipe organ that when played literally shook the pews. The combination of the 43 religious leaders, the dim lights, the candles and the booming organ music really could have convinced any non believer ... it was really something extraordinary to experience. I wish I could describe it better ... the music shook my to the core and the mass, though in Latin and French, still captivated and mesmerized me. Unfortunately we were not allowed to take pictures inside the church but feel free to google it, it's really quite a beauty.

Then we went for a nice lunch, headed to the Louvre ... again ... but because it was the 1st sunday of the month there was free admissions ... and therefore over crowding and although it was only 2pm they weren't selling any more tickets for the rest of the day!!! so, we walked around a bit more, headed to the hotel, packed our things and at 5pm we went our separate ways. Elizabeth and Wendy hopped on a train to Germany to continue their trip and I checked into a hostel in another area of the city.

I sat in the lobby for a bit on the internet then went to a gourmet grocery store and bought myself some dinner, downloaded a movie and called it a night. I was called a "beautiful little baby" by enough strange african men in paris to know that I shouldn't really go out to a bar or a cafe by myself once it got dark and I didn't have my bearings. Luckily I ended up sharing a room with the most pleasant girl ... she's in Delta Gamma at Northwestern. We spent a few hours talking about our sorority and showing each other pictures of our chapter houses, reading the DG magazine, and then went to bed.

This morning I got up and went to the Louvre ... and finally got to go in! i saw the Mona Lisa, a few other famous paintings and just really walked around amazed at the amount of people inside and amazed at the sheer size of the museum. All in all I had a great trip. I think by now I am museum-ed, palace-ed, garden-ed, fountain-ed out for a few years ... but wait ... in 3 days I am going to Lisbon, Portugal with a few friends. But I'm hoping its going to be more of a relaxing on the beach, not doing anything kind of trip because I'll tell ya ... for all it's glory, traveling sure is exhausting!

so, as my trip is winding down, i can officially say I have seen the crown jewels in London (in 2001), the Mona Lisa, eaten french bread in France, a canoli in Italy, seen Flamenco in Spain, been to the Vatican and Notre Dame in one week, in four weeks visited Barcelona, Madrid, Rome and Paris all while still attending class three days a week -- I've accomplished a lot, more than a lot of people can say in a lifetime ... oh and did I mention in 2001 I also went to Ireland, Scotland and Whales .... and the truth is not a single one of these trips would have been possible without the sacrifices my parents have made. I would never have been able to take advantage of these amazing learning and growing opportunities had it not been for my parents and I am truly truly grateful... to show my gratitude ... I'd like to say I'm bringing them home some nice Spanish wine, or a memento from the Vatican ... instead however, I plan to come home broke, with out any gifts because man is traveling the world expensive!!! :)

hope you enjoy the pics, here they are: click here for paris photos

paris

we took a tram ride across madrid. ... sort of reminded me of family vacation '93 to Smugglers Notch ... vermont/madrid ... same difference haha.
more touring madrid.
just 'hanging out' in a park in madrid.

well, i just typed an entire post and the finicky internet in my hostel decided to delete it ... i'll re-type it later but in the meantime here are my photos:

ps ... paris looks even cooler in black and white so you'll notice that a lot of my photos are not in color!

also i must warn you, it was very dark inside notre dame so it was hard to take photos.

for easter mass we went to Sacre Coeur ... sacred heart in English ... it was a very beautiful church set high up on a bluff but we weren't allowed to take photos inside the church :(

Happy Easter!

convent, hospice and a prison

i uploaded my newest pics to kodak: click here: http://www.kodakgallery.com/gallery/creativeapps/slideShow/Main.jsp?token=568727736114%3A64944072&sourceId=533754321803&cm_mmc=eMail-_-Share-_-Photos-_-Sharee

so i failed to mention in the last post that abby lives in a converted convent ... that is, it was converted into a hospice ... and now its an apartment ... interesting. Liz lives in a converted prison ... also interesting. Well on my train ride home from Viterbo back to Rome last night I wrote another blog post so here it is:

Italy, Monday March 29th

Liz and I woke up around 10 and made some breakfast. Then we walked around her town stopping for a cappuccino and a real italian canoli! mmm. mmm. good!

a real italian canoli!

Liz's town, which is called Viterbo, is a completely fortified city with an enormous wall separating it from the rest of the world. She told me that during WWII her town was used a German camp and many of the old buildings dating back to the middle ages were ruined by bombs. However, the history goes back further. The town was also home to the Pope back in the day of 4 popes (2 in italy and 2 in france). She showed me around the old churches the old winding streets and eventually we stopped for lunch.

Liz showed me a restaurant that is in the Guiness Book of World Records for having the largest menu -- over 300 pasta dishes!!! The menu was at least 20 double sided pages long with pasta dishes ranging from pasta with meat sauce to pasta with egg, bacon, sardines, chili powder, you name it … they put it on pasta.

I wanted to take a picture but it was such a small little italian restaurant I don't think they would have liked it … it really didn't seem touristy at all. We both opted for different shrimp dishes and the portions were HUGE. I don't think I've ever eaten so much pasta in my life!

After lunch we tried to walk off some our our meal and then eventually wandered back to Liz's apartment. Liz and I are sorority sisters so it was great catching up since I wont see her now until the Fall semester. We spent the afternoon video chatting and talking online with some of our sisters back home and they were really happy to hear from us. Now I'm on the train ride heading back to Rome … it's about two hours.

me, on the train, love that my mac takes clear pics!

Although there are about 32531542642 open seats, a strange italian man of course, had to sit in the seat next to me. I was sleeping until I heard someone whisper something in Italian near me … thinking maybe I slept for longer than I thought, I woke up in case my stop was approaching. Nope, it was just the middle aged italian man next to me wanting to know my name. He said something in Italian and I tried to explain I did not understand him. He then started speaking English … ugh!

What is your name?

-Diane (i say diane because most people have trouble pronouncing deanna with a long A and I hate being called Di ana)

Beautiful name,.

-m, k.

Like you a beautiful girl.

-m, k. then i look out the window

what are you doing here? visiting this beautiful country?

-yes.

ah but its not as beautiful as you.

-m, k.

then he asked me my age, realizing i was far too young for him he got up and walked away. ugh, italian men … not my favorite.

next time I come to italy I'm not packing any makeup, or a hair brush, or deodorant, maybe if i smell bad and look funny they'll leave me alone!

Now tonight I should arrive in Rome around 7:00 pm. Spend some time with Abby but then get a cab around 4am to bring me to another train station. From that Train station I get on a bus that brings me to the airport. Then I land in Madrid around 9:00 am and head to meet Elizabeth at her hostel and show her around Madrid until I can't keep my eyes open any longer. After that, finally back to Alcala to rest up and back into Madrid again the next day to show Elizabeth more of the city.

Italy is beautiful, but I sure do miss Madrid where I can speak the language and get far less attention!

hasta luego!

here's the horse!

so i found a picture of the horse who gets attacked by the bull: here he is!

Roma!

hello my darling followers,

Although I still have about 3000000 million billion photos from Barcelona and the second half of Matt's visit I'm currently in Rome with some down time so I thought I'd blog about my visit here while it's still fresh in my mind.

Unfortunately Flickr the site I put my last photos on does not let me upload more than 100 per month (for free) so i'm searching for another site right now!

However, let me tell you about my trip to Rome:

Day 1: Good Friday, fly from Madrid to Rome

so I have 2 train stations in my town that can take me to the metro that takes me to the airport. The first, is very small and close to where I live (about a 10 minute walk) however the train only runs from there every hour. The second is in the center of town and the train departs there every 10 minutes but you have to take a bus to get to the center of town. My original plan was to take the close train at 6:49 am so I would leave my apartment at 6:35. However when I woke up around 5:30 I decided I didn't want to walk alone to the train station ... it's safe and all but it's a long straight path thru a long dark field and I knew my imagination would get the better of me if I did that. So, I looked up the bus schedule, saw that one arrived at 6:40 and decided to hop on that and go to the center of town.

Well, I was at the bus station around 6:35 and waited for the bus. 6:40 rolled around, still no bus. started to get nervous. 6:41: realized it was good friday and the start of school vacation: what does this mean? different bus schedule!!!! aka no busses before 7:30 AM!!! ahh!!! so i had to run, in my worn out talbot's flats I've had for 3 years ... so cute but the sole is literally flopping off of them ... with my suitcase across a field ... and by the time i strapped my suitcase onto my back had only 6 minutes to get there ... and the next train wasn't for an hour!

so, through the field I ran, passing old men out for morning walks staring at me as though I were crazy, lost my shoe, didn't have time to put it back on, ran with one shoe on, the other in my hand, and a suitcase on my back like a backpack and magically made the train ... with a full minute to spare!

whew, the worst was over! ... or so I thought.

check in at the Ryan Air counter was no problem but when I got to the gate ... a full 45 minutes before the flight took off, everyone was already in line! so, not understanding why, I still jumped in line with them ... then ... the plane was late getting in by 45 minutes. ugh, after standing in line for 1.5 hours in my broken shoes I handed the woman at the counter my ticket and she tried to tell my my suitcase was not carryon acceptable. I explained to her that the man at the check in counter told me it was but she made me shove it into this little "if your bag fits in here it can come on the plane" box ... and it, being a soft duffle, almost fit but needed a little push. she told me it wouldn't do and I'd have to pay 35 euro ... about 50 us dollars to check it. I told her that if her airline allowed me to have a personal item and a carryon this wouldn't be a problem but my purse had to be inside my carry-on so that's why there's so much stuff in my suitcase. she did not care. Naturally, I looked at the young, male, flight attendant next to her, explained that i'd be more than happy to rearrange a few things, put on an extra shirt, or anything to get my bag on board. then I smiled. He let me pass right on thru :)

the flight was fine ... the seats didn't recline and the drinks and food were for a price but I survived. Then Abby, my friend who I was meeting in Rome, had class that day so she gave me directions to get to her place. Only problem was, she gave me the wrong bus number.

She told me to get out of the airport ... take the bus that cost 4.50 ... to Termini the main train station in Rome... check. (though a bus line or name would have been more helpful, but that's abby's direction style ... love you ab!) haha.

then unfortunately her friend gave her wrong info regarding bus numbers. in spain I never feel like a fish out of water b/c i speak spanish, but in Italy I really was uncomfortable not knowing how to buy a bus ticket or anything and being by myself, but i survived, bought a bus ticket and got on what I thought was the right bus. Abby told me to "get off when you see a hospital on an island ... they don't announce bus stops or anything" well, I couldn't see an island nor a hospital and by the grace of god a young girl on the bus spoke both spanish and english! she told me i should get off at the next stop and get on the 280 ... or 281 (she couldn't remember) bus and that will bring me to the hospital. I had walking directions from abby via the hospital. However, the 280 bus pulled up and he told me he did not go to the hospital. confused, and without a map I debated going to a souvenir shop to buy a map or to just hail a cab ... i decided cab. I told the cabby the name of the piazza in which abby's class is located and he plugged it into his gps ... only 2 Km away ... sweet deal!

so he dropped me off as close as he could get me b/c the street was closed for construction. he told me how to walk there but as a second opinion i decided to ask the police man standing on the corner ... he said I was going in the wrong direction ... pointed me a different way. anyways, eventually, about 3 hours later i found abby ... and then ... realized ... i left my cell phone in the cab! oh well ...

abby had class until about 5 so at 5 we went to the grocery store to buy dinner supplies, walked around her neck of rome, she took me to a place with a great view, we made dinner, hung out with her ... 16, yep 16 roommates and went to bed early.

next day, up at 6am for a full day field trip. we went to 3 italian villas and gardens outside of rome with abby's class. It was pretty cool ... one was called monster park and all the architecture was enormous stone creatures, another was the Pope's summer palace, and the other I honestly forget, but we had a picnic lunch there and it was quite cool. That night my friend from my sorority who is studying in Italy as well, met up with us for a traditional italian dinner. Then we went out with Abby's friends to celebrate her birthday.

so, i really loved the trip we took that day ... but i DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT like the italian men at the bar we went to.

i know in spain i sometimes get a lot of attention for being tall and blonde, since everyone is short with dark hair ... and at first i found that unsettling, however I got used to it and realized it was more friendly than creepy. Also, in my small town everyone is just SO nice to me. at the butcher he says "yes boston what can I get you" and the cheese guy calls me "pretty blonde" and that's okay ... but the italian men are NOT OKAY.

in spain, they stare. in italy ... the act like vultures. literally a man would come up and ask if he could have a picture with me, i'd say no ... he wouldn't take no for an answer. I'd walk away, he and his 5 friends would follow. they'd circle me. they'd try to tell me to drink from their drink (like, hello, am i stupid or something? i know i have blonde hair but i am far too intelligent to fall for any of your little tricks). I would literally have to push my way out of their little circles, but each time id make sure to step hard on one of their feet just to show them that I wasn't just playing hard to get. Luckily after the first few times it happened abby's friends would catch on and would stand all around me so that italian men couldn't come near me. sometimes I think I should dye my hair brown.

Today abby had homework so my friend Liz and I did a walking tour of rome. We stood outside the Vatican for Palm Sunday service which was really quite a spectacle, although we couldn't get inside to see the service we were able to people watch the tens of thousands in the crowd and it was really something special. We didn't go inside any of the buildings since I've already booked a trip to Italy (wheel of fortune) in August I don't want to spoil the fun of that trip. Then Liz and I went out for some pizza, did some shopping, spent too much money, and hopped on a 2 hour train ride back to her little town called Viterbo ... which is a walled in ... fortified city .. it's quite cool. Tomorrow she and I are going to tour her city and then tomorrow night I head back to rome, spend the night with abby until about 3 am... get up for my flight back to Madrid to meet my lovely sister Elizabeth and give her a tour of madrid ... if I can stay awake!

touring is so much fun, but so exhausting!!

here are the pics: okay well the internet in my friend's village is too slow to upload pics, so i'll post those on a new blog later!

also if anyone hears of any photo contests, I have a few I'm proud of (of the 900 i've taken over the past 3 months ... and I'd like to enter them into contests, so let me know if you hear of anything!)

Matt's visit part 1: The Bull Fight

Last week Matt visited and we had a wonderful time in both Madrid and Barcelona. I took many many pictures so this is just the first installment. However, to get you up to date, his visit schedule went something like this:

Saturday: 3:30 pm Matt arrived at the airport ... visitors are not allowed in Baggage Claim so I had to wait patiently outside of baggage claim behind a barricade for what seemed like hours. As soon as I saw him walking toward me I got so excited ... but then he detoured to the left and I had no idea where he went! true to form, he stopped at the ATM! before even saying hello! That night we enjoyed a traditional Spanish dinner at my favorite restaurant in town and the waiter, with whom I've made friends (probably a bad sign) decided to play a trick on us and handed us a bill for 100 EURO! i almost died. Matt didn't get the joke since he doesn't understand spanish, but luckily the real bill was underneath that one. Then we strolled down the main street of my town and stopped for an icecream. The next morning I had him up and out at the crack of down (his jet lag complaints didn't stop me!) and we headed into a fun filled day in Madrid.

Sunday: We started the day heading to a ticket counter to pick up our Bull Fight tickets and I got to impress matt with my Spanish. Looking at Matt in his American clothing and NAVY sweatshirt! the man at the ticket window immediately started speaking English so I kindly asked him to speak in Spanish because I needed to practice and matt was probably a little annoyed because now he was out of the loop but also impressed that I could understand everything! then we headed down to the Naval Museum. It was arranged by monarch, each room went chronologically by ruler and by the state of the Spanish navy at that time. We saw some cool ships, paintings, and old tools.

After that we were going to head to the Prado, the famous art museum but it was an absolutely gorgeous day outside so we decided to head to the Parque de Buen Retiro instead. We had packed a picnic lunch and Matt, of course, was already hungry even though we had breakfast 2 hours ago, so we strolled through the park and layed down under a tree by the pond and ate our lunch and drank our juice boxes. Everyone else around us brought bottles of wine ... wish I had known that was legal!!! then, jet lag kicked in and we took a nap in the park for about an hour and got a sun burn!

after that we strolled up Calle Mayor (main street) in madrid and stopped at Plaza Mayor (the main plaza .. i've blogged about it before) it was so beautiful out there were hundreds of tables set up outside so we sat for a while, watched the street performers and split a pitcher of sangria and a traditional spanish snack. Then we hopped on the metro and went to the Bull Fight. After the bull fight we headed back to Alcala to a birthday party for one of my chinese classmates. Since they don't really speak english we had to speak spanish for the whole party and poor matt was completely lost but he made the best of it and tried to communicate and they all loved him!

anyways, now here are the details for the bull fight, so you know what you're seeing in the pictures!

here's how it works:

1. there are about 6 assistant matadors (made that term up) who first tire out the bull. They have pink and yellow "towels" (dont know the technical term) that they wave to get the bull to run from one guy to the next. the closer they get the bull to their bodies, the more the crowd cheers. this goes on for about 10 minutes. sometimes the bull gets distracted and charges and then the little matadors run for dear life to a wooden wall they can jump over. that's kind of funny.

2. once the bull is pretty tired a big old matador (past his prime and can't run anymore) comes out on a horse. the horse is blinded and totally covered with thick padding. the assistant matadors direct the bull over to the horse and unfortunately the bull usually tries to ram the horse ... so it's good that his eyes are covered and he's blinded or he'd probably buck and get into a fight. the matador on this horse has a very very long spear and he stabs the bull between the shoulders good and deep. This is the main wound. I know it sounds terribly sad, and at first it was, but you cant help but get caught up in the spectacle of it all after a while.

3. once the bull has his deep wound, the assistant matadors distract him again so that the horse and big old fat matador can exit. then, a young, skinny matador ... THE MATADOR ... comes out with 3 sets of 2 furry hooks. They are about 2.5 feet long each, covered in pretty colors but have long hooks on the end. his job is to get the bull so close to him he can stick these hooks right in the wound ... 3 sets of 2 matching hooks.

4. then the assitant guys come back out and tire out the bull some more.

5. then THE MATADOR comes back out, this time with a sword. he throws his hat in the ring .. literally ... and makes a big spectacle about getting the bull extremely close to his body when he waves his red towel thing. One time, the bull nicked him and the assistant guys had to run out and distract him so the matador could get back up on his feet! then, after he puts on a good show he stabs the bull right in the open wound! if he only went thru the skin and didnt get a good stab, he is bold enough to pull his sword back out and restab him ... though this takes a while b/c by now the bull is VERY angry!

6. then, the assistant guys come back out and about rock the bull to sleep by waving their pink flags until the bull is too tired to stand. his legs will give out under him and he'll fall to the ground. then the matador comes back out and stabs the bull in the head to ensure that he dies quickly.

7. two very fancy decorated horses come out and the bull is tied to something that is attached to the horses and they drag him away. The bull is then used for meet and sold the next day in the markets. ... tongue, brain, testicles, and all! (bull testicles are a delicacy)

we saw about 6 bulls that night, ranging in weight and height but it was really quite a show. the first two bulls i had to watch die really turned my stomach but after that you sort of get into the roar of the crowd.

also incase you didn't know ... to kill ... in spanish is MATAR so Mata-dor translates to Killer.

here are the photos! http://www.flickr.com/photos/48700314@N08/sets/72157623691349842/

well. I'm off to Rome for the next 4 days but will blog more when I get back!

have a great weekend!