We barely missed the bull fighting season buy a couple weeks. I don't know why I'm so intrigued. Every Plaza de Toros is different in each town. I couldn't always go in but would love to take a taxi or walk to the nearest one. It is a dying tradition. The younger generation is not interested. Bull fighting has been done away with in Barcelona so I assume other areas will soon follow.
Bull ring in Rhonda. Oldest ring I believe. The cement walls won't be seen elsewhere because it causes the bulls horns to break off if they run into it. So then they have to call off the fight and bring in a new bull.
We walked up on the neatest eatery/bar in the Plaza Mayor in madrid. The entire wall is covered with pics of matadors getting gored. Some managed to win. The really small ones in the tiny intimate towns were my favorite though.
Don't look very closely is you have a weak stomach. I usually am not very good at this stuff. This matador obviously died and they have his outfit and memorabilia there in honor of him.
The dried ham from pork legs was the best thing I ate in Spain. It is the most delicate ham that is hung up in the mountains for 18 months as it cures. "No hay nada como un jamon." There is nothing like ham!
We only got rained on once. It might of been my favorite day too. I got to use the best umbrella ever. I couldn't bring it home though sad enough--no room.