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| Today was all about the bull fight. |
Years ago one of the favourite books of the boys was
Ferdinand the Bull who preferred to sit under the cork tree smelling the flowers
than fighting with the other bulls, and I just about knew it off by heart. Well
today we went to a bull fight in Ubeda. Unsure whether we wanted to go, but
seeing we are here to experience life in Spain, a part of which is the bull
fighting tradition. We were not here to make judgement but the spectacle,
ceremony and atmosphere was certainly worth while. We arrived at 4.30 and the
show started at 5.30, there are no lights so it was all over by 7.30. The seats
are all concrete so took some cushions which we were very grateful for. While
not a major bullfight, and not a huge crowd, tonight featured up and coming
bull fighters and the crowd loved them. The band played great music and the
crowd roared Ole, Ole when they matador made a good move. Woman love the
matadors and they threw flowers to them and tossed their hats into the ring to
be kissed and thrown back. Just crowd watching was fascinating. So have crossed that experience off the list.
It’s actually been a pretty laid back sot of a day. We
walked into town this morning and found the info centre, needed to inquire
about how to get tickets for the bull fight. They couldn’t help us much but
suggested we call into the bullring and get them there. Meandered through the
streets, love the atmosphere, lots of café to choose from, and seemed a good
idea to sit outside and enjoy a coffee, seemed to be that sort of a day. There
is an olive oil factory next to camp which where we spotted a little shop.
Popped in and spoke to the export manager who had good English. Picked up some
oil and a big jar of green olives, it is all so cheap. Just over €2 for a 500ml
bottle of oil and less than €3 for the olives. They are so good, will go back
tomorrow and get another jar before we leave! Certainly been a good spot to
spend a few days.
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| Part of the bullring from our seat. |
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| The musicians |
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| The entrance of the matadors |
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| ..and the first bull arrives |
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| The crowd love it |
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| The matadors are their heros. |
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