Well, I needed to go into more detail about the actual bull fight that we saw. We just happened to be at a bull fight where the Matador not only killed the bull (turns out the bull never wins... talk about a misnomber-- they should call it a bull execution), but the Matador executed the bull with such finess that grown men were in tears because they had never seen such a fight. To us, uncultured Americans, the only difference between this particular round and the others of the night was the crowd. It was like watching raja bell hit a last minute 3-pointer to beat the Clippers in overtime. Every time the bull ran through the Matador's red cape, the crowd went wild with "Ole"s. When the Matador finally ran the bull through with his sword, the crowd erupted, and trew their hands in the air, waiving white handkerchiefs and screaming. The matador recieved the bull's ears as a prize for such a good fight and then he took a vicotory lap around the ring was people threw their hats. At the end of the night he was carried out on the shoulders of his team and the crowd was again on its feet. We definately should have brought a white handkerchief.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/bullfights
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