After two years of silence because of the Pandemia, my city has exploded again to celebrate the big fiesta of San Fermín. The people have flooded the streets and won’t stop having fun one way or another, day and night, for seven consecutive days.
My peaceful square has transformed and now is plenty of noise, music, and people all clothed in white with red bandanas, to celebrate our saint patron. Each morning thousands of young men and some women will run in front of the bulls a few streets away from my house, and many more people will watch them behind the barricades.
And when these seven days finish, everything will go back to normal as if never had happened.
This is my city: Pamplona. And this is my square the square of San Francisco.