I Finally Went to a Bullfight

Bullfighting is a very Spanish, very cultural thing to see here. I've avoided going a long as possible. Whenever a fight is on TV, I have to change the channel because it grosses me out. However, we were given 4 free tickets to a bullfight last Sunday, and there were 4 adults so . . . I really didn't have a good excuse not to go.


The "picador" is the man on the horse who must stab the bull with his spear thingy.



Renae seemed to have no problem enjoying the "aminals" in the ring. No matter the bulls kept getting killed . . .



She even clapped each time the crowd did. "Yay a bull died!"



Yeah . . . Kristi and I weren't so sure how we felt about all of it.

This guy got gored in the leg!!! But he finished it and ended up doing such a good job that the master of ceremonies guy cut off one of the bull's ear and gave it to him. If a matador receives 1 ear, it means he's done very well. If he receives 2 ears, it means he's done an amazing job.

Two of our favorite people in the world. Seriously.