The Bullfight and After
The picaros and bandilleros also showed their skills, and though it was clear they made their share of mistakes, it was also clear how much bravery it takes to enter the ring at such close range to a horned animal weighing over half a ton. Some of the most admirable work was done by the assistants -- I´m guessing they´re novice matadors -- who drew the bull away from the bandilleros after the latter had placed their spikes into the bulls´ backs. It was lifesaving work, equivalent to what rodeo clowns do in distracting the bull from the fallen rider.
The specactle was rich in sights and sounds, and the danger in the ring made me atentive every second, but afterward, I said to myself, "Okay, I´ve done that. I don´t have to do it again." A feeling of dry bitterness in the mouth, like after seeing a movie that´s full of exciting special effects but ultimately empty. People say there´s religious symbolism of sacrifice in the bullfight, but even if that´s true of the ceremony´s origins, I don´t see what it has to do with the performance today. It was a communal recreation like going to a baseball game, except that in baseball no one gets killed.
We´re heading out of Sevilla this morning after four busy days, feeling that we finally are coming to know the city a bit. After much trial and error we can now get to some of the places we want to without a map.
It´s on toValencia, which will be a brier stopover rather than a major sightsee. In two or three days we should be back in Barcelona to explore that city in more depth before the end of the trip.