When I was young I wanted to become a biologist and spend my life in a vessel studying the creatures of the sea. The truth was that I was looking for a studies my family could afford and at the same time would give me the opportunity to fulfill my dream to live at the sea. I love animals and I thought it was the perfect combination. I don’t know why I changed my mind, but the truth is I did and my dream wasn’t fulfill. So I guess if I could I would spend my nomad life sailing. And because I’m so homesick of my parent’s homeland I would probably go to the Croatian Islands, in the Adriatic Sea, sailing from one to another and setting my home in my vessel, a little sailboat.
But all these are dreams because I choose being a journalist (which I don’t regret), I live in a city inland, I never learned how to sail, and I’m too old and sick and plenty of compromises I can’t leave behind me without damaging people I love. And these people I can’t drag to a nomad life with me are more important to me than anything else. My home is where my people is. And my people is now in a city inland.
By the way, the city is Pamplona, in Spain. Yes, the running of the bulls’ city. The city Hemingway described in his novel “Fiesta”. The Fiesta exploded yesterday and will continue until next saturday. This morning we had the first run of the bulls with four injured. I don’t like too much the Fiesta, the masses of people on the streets and the bulls paraphernalia. I like some of the old traditions, but I can’t suffer the weekend, the noise, the people getting drunk, the streets dirty and so many people everywhere you don’t have enough room to move. So today I would like being a nomad to leave Pamplona until things calm down a little and come back to enjoy the traditional Fiesta.
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8 thoughts on “Sailing and leaving Pamplona”
I’ve not seen the real bull fighting a part from seeing in TV.
Some years ago when in Europe I wanted to introduce the idea to my daughter to see bull fight, but I’m a kind of sure that her reply would be no, staring at me with bulge eye balls. I’m not sure if she starts to like rugby as she now settled in Australia.
Thank you for bull fight; but I think its rather men that fight.
I’ve only seen once a bull fighting and I didn’t like it. I went sent by my boss to do a report. Otherwise I wouldn’t go. Too much blood to me. I had to report too for several years, many times, about the wounded in the running of the bulls which is different because during the run they don’t fight with the bull they simply run in front of them. I interviewed many of the runners and I still don’t understand why they do that. I guess is because is part of their traditions or because they have a lot of adrenaline to spend to put themselves in front of those beasts and run knowing they can get so badly wounded, even killed. For them, the ones who use to run year after year, is something almost sacred. I have incredible stories about runners.
I have mixed feelings about the running with the bulls / bull fighting. On one hand, it looks like an incredible experience.
But I would also be sad when they get hurt / killed. It’s hard.
It’s incredible and it’s hard as you said. I definitely don’t like bull fighting. I have mixed feelings with the running of the bulls because of all of the experiences I witnessed and all the stories I know first hand. You have to be here to try to understand all this. But it’s hard and exciting at the same time.
Such a wonderful article, thank you for sharing with your readers.
Thank you. My pleasure.