With yesterday’s outing to the beautiful stadium Ventas fresh in my mind, I’ve spent the day going over my own notes, trying to piece together an objective article on las corridas, or the bullfight, and it has proven to be a surprisingly stimulating challenge. I have grown to be suspicious of my own prejudices, deeply rooted as they may be, and oftentimes what makes one uncomfortable is what one should investigate, if not confront directly.
My interests lie in the motivations and sensibilities of the “aficionados,” bizarre and unjustified as they may appear, and in a uniquely Spanish tradition that brings to the surface such diametrically opposed opinions. There is blood, screaming, prancing men in tights, cigar smoke, swords, stifling heat, appalling apathy, and horses with blinders and coats of weaved armor.
Here are a few shots I took yesterday evening. A beautiful beginning to true Spring and the festivals of San Isidro.