Started with San Sebastian, and we went to the ever famous San Fermin wine festival/ bull festival in Pamplona - made famous by Ernest Hemingway.
We were SO prepared. We packed extremely lightly, brought 4 bottles of wine with a bottle of brandy, 2-1 liter botas and 1- 2 liter bota* 4 liters of water, the clothes on our back, and put the rest in a locker in the bus station. The clothes on our back were, of course, the traditional white clothes with a red scarf/bandana.
We arrived around 6 or 7 (Javi and I) and we walked around in awe. We poured the wine and a tad of brandy into the skins (apparently the brandy preserves the wine), and we headed out people watching the thousands. We watched a band play in the main plaza, got a bite to eat, then met up with our friends who had arrived later.
We went from spot to spot because there was so much going on. When we met up with Vanessa, she showed us this little street where an AMAZING band was playing insane drumming beats. I wish SO BADLY my camera hadn't broke because it was one of the coolest experiences ever. Everyone gathered around this tiny rocking band and just "primitive street danced" hard- (as we liked to call it). No grinding, no guys trying to get with anyone, just pure.human.expression. It was so awesome.
Javi and I proceeded to salsa as we waited to meet up with Sandy and her friends from home. We ended up meeting them in another huge area were alternative bands were playing on stage. They were sitting with some cool French people. We eventually made our way back to the Street Dancing area- IT WAS SO COLD AT THIS POINT. The town was A MESS. An international Chili Fest times 23. It was absolutely ridiculous. We eventually walked around for like 2 hours to find a place to camp out and attempt to grab some shut eye before the bull run at 8.
We collected ourselves and walked to the bull ring at 7ish, and the people were still completely ham-slammed. They were dancing, chugging alcoholic bevs, and we found our way into the stadium to watch the most INSANE running with the bulllllllls.
Apparently it began because the people used to sell cattle and whatnot in the city, and they once got loose and charged, so everyone took off running. It stuck ever since then. People lined alllll down the streets. We were in the famous bull fighting stadium where all the bulls ended up. It was PACKED FULL. There were many an introduction with song and such- but then, the bulls were released. The people were sprinting down the narrow streets, and the bulls thrashed on. There is a classic photo of a man centimeters from losing his life from that day in all the newspapers. When the bulls got to the ring, the people were celebrating and had to SCRAM to the outside as they ran for the final exit. It was crazy.
(In the stadium, it shows the whole run on camera view featured on a screen in the stadium, so you can see the whole thing.)
the neck of his shirt
After this came bull after bull with semi-dull horns because this part the bull wasn't able to gore people like the first part. People would try to mess with the bull or look cool, and every time they would just get WRECKED. The bull would pick people up with its horns and just shake them around like dolls. Everyone ended up standing right back up except one guy who we think got a broken rib. It was ABSOLUTE CHAOS. People just yelling and screaming, entertained as if by gladiators.
The weekend was a success, by far. I will return to San Fermin, but I will get a hostel in time - next time.
*wine skin
The stadium
the run. La corrida del toros