Once we knew that Spain was going to play in the World Cup Finals, we knew that we had to head to Spain for the excitement. So as I watch the Spaniards dominate this game (score is 0-0 just into overtime), I am glad we decided to take the three hour detour.
Did I mention that I ran with the bulls this morning. Apparently, our timing is impeccable. Pamplona is having their week long running of the bulls right now. It was great, exciting, and like a party I have never seen before. I have pictures of most of it — the party, the mess, the bulls. I just am lacking a picture of ME WITH THE BULLS. What? That’s what I asked. The answer — Micah had to use the facilities. You have to be kidding! You mean that I put my life in danger by entering the arena with a mad bull, and Micah couldn’t “just wait”? That’s right folks. But if you really want to know what I think happened….I think it had more to do with me “the wife” inside the arena with the bulls, as he “the husband” stood by in support. Wasn’t he a track star, with lightening bolt times? Yes. (Which I think proves my point even further!)
How embarrassing Micah!
When we got to Pamplona, this is what the city looked like after it had already been cleaned. There was trash everywhere, everyone was sleeping all over the place, and everyone had wet filth up to their knees. I have never seen anything like this in my life. It was absolutely crazy!
Even though this picture is accurate, it doesn’t even come close to the real party that it was.
Here is the only pervert that picked up on Tristen. Everyone else was looking in my direction. Sorry Bella….I just must have some major sex appeal.
Thank goodness I had my husband there to protect me. This was right after the bulls had run these streets, but prior to my own “running”. (Notice that everyone is in white and red, but the three idiots from America were wearing all black (for slimming purposes), red and plaid, and purple.)
Here is the arena where I risked my life. Notice there are no girls in there. But about five minutes after this picture, there were two girls. Me in the middle with the crowds and the bull, and Tristen up on the side hanging on for dear life. (She disputes this, and I was so glad to have the pictures to prove it…but you know the rest of the story.)
Here I am SO MAD at Micah. He is trying to explain why he just HAD to go to the bathroom during my once-in-a-lifetime bull run, but I wasn’t buying it. Thank goodness that Tristen (who had a vested interest in not being in the pictures — no proof now) was there to act as the peace maker.
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