La corrida de toros

It's a holiday in Salamanca today.  I don't know what the holiday is but at least there's no classes!  A bunch of us went to la plaza de toros to watch la corrida de toros (bullfight).  I first heard that the toreros (bullfighters) don't kill the bull in Salamanca, but I found out from listening to a side conversation of some Spaniards that they do kill the bull (oh no!).  Well, while I'm in Spain, might as well watch one when I have the opportunity, right?  It's Spain's culture, so why not?

All I can say is that watching la corrida de toros was intense.  Yes, it was interesting... but also intense.  The first bull fight was obviously the most intense because I (or we) did not know what to expect.  Yep very intense.  It was gross also and, of course, sad.  My friend, Syreeta, cried; I almost did.  After the first bullfight, I knew when to look away because there are stages for every bullfight and for each transition of the next stage, a trumpet plays.   After the last stage (when the bull is killed), the audience stands up and waves something white (usually a handkerchief or pañuelo) and say something in Spanish (but I didn't know what they're saying).

On the plus side, the toreros were handsome!  Though, I only liked two of them:  a cute, young cacausian and a tall, dark, handsome one.  I also liked another one only because he had a very nice butt!! 

[and I just wanted to add this so you can see a pic I took and edited from the bullfight hahaha!!]