Bullfighting during Christmas.

By BobbyRica | December 21, 2012


This Christmas I am spending my day in the hospital, thankfully with Stefani and her family by my side. I had to rescue her again, and this time she got a real scolding from her parents for her death wish.

Yes, we went to the Zapote bullfights in Festejos Populares. Much like the bullfights in Pamplona, Spain, the humans are the unarmed ones putting themselves in danger, letting an enraged bull run wild across town. I don’t know how Stefani talked her boyfriend and I into joining her, but there we were.

There was a throng anticipating the danger in the bullring, and I could feel the adrenaline rise in all of us. The corner of my eye caught Eva watching us, or maybe just Stefani. And then, it started.

What you don’t realize until you’re inside is that *adrenaline* and fear feels almost shared by everyone in the circle, and the ring feels way too small. In no time at all, he came running for Stefani’s red shirt, and as the crowd gasped, I had grabbed his horns and lifted his head. That moment I was *Mas Oyama*, but a sharp kick later, I was down.

I found out later that Eva ran for me crying, and she was the one who checked me in the hospital and stayed by my side. This would be an interesting Christmas day.

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