I am a Taurus and from Chicago and I have been known to talk crap; but I’m going to focus on those noble beasts of Spain.
In August 2005, we spent a week in Spain; which was one of the best vacations I’ve ever taken. Spain wasn’t a spot I had ever particularly planned to visit, but our friend’s parents had a bungalow there where we could stay just minutes from the beach.
We went to bullfights. It’s such an odd experience. There we were: Knut, Simen, Tor Bjorn, and I sitting in the Marbella arena. I was looking fab in a green paisley dress and awesome lavender Panama hat (Buy one!! They are amazing! And if they lose shape, you can iron them!), and a bull was led into the ring. I had this awful realization that that bull was not going to walk out like it walked in. I whispered to Knut “I don’t think I can watch this!”
Then the atmosphere sort of changed.
When the matador is good, he puts the sword directly through the animal’s heart. It dies on its feet. It dies before it hits the ground. It dies fighting. Maybe that’s a better way to go than shoved up a conveyer belt and into a bolt gun. And we saw several bull fighters get gored. It’s really not a one sided fight.
Not a popular view certainly, since most of us prefer to remember Ferdinand the Bull and his love of sitting in the shade. I also won't say it's not barbaric, but there is sort of a primal reaction to it.
In any case, the bull has become a cult figure in Spain, strongly reminiscent of the ancient Mediterranean cultures. You can appreciate what a powerful character the Minotaur would have been, when you see their foaming rampages and the huge gorges slashed in the wood of their pens.
The bull ring in the southern town of Ronda was especially beautiful. This charming stone head graces the entry way to the ring and the steps to the upper level are decorated entirely with bull themes, like the excellent fellow above. Clearly
whoever made these items knew all there is to know about bulls! I love the Moorish tile traditions in Spain and was even more delighted to see these Delft like tiles.
The ring also has a nice collection of antique matador costumes, equipment, and beautiful posters. There were even a few taxidermy heads of particularly fine bulls, some of whom were so grand they were given reprieve and spent out their lives grazing and siring more bulls.
They are beautiful and romantic and fearsome. And when they go for the matadors, they go straight for the cojones.
4 comments:
Great read! Thanks for participating!
You describe the bullfight a bit different from what you see on the tele - but I could never stand to watch it for long. Sounds like a great vacation spot.
Thanks so much for sharing that. I don't think I would ever attend a bull fight (or any kind of animal fight for that matter!) but your description of your experience was done in excellent taste.
I must admit that I do watch the airing of the Running of the Bulls on TV ~ but only so I can root for the bulls and yell "that's what you get!" to the people who are gored or stampeded. I guess that's probably some kind of primal reaction too. ;-)
I'm also a Taurus - I really enjoyed your post. I've never been to Spain but do have plans to visit someday. It's so interesting to me to see how fascinated the people of Spain are with bullfighting.
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