Running with the Bulls

Sometimes you run with the bulls, sometimes the bulls run with you.

Yes, did it in 2018, most exhilarating thing I've ever done in my life. Imagine a 1500lb, pissed-off tomahawk missile coming up a hallway at you and that's about as best as I can describe the feeling. Stay in Pamplona as close to either Plaza del Castillo (preferably with a balcony overlooking Calle Estafeta) or by the Ayuntamiento to watch the opening ceremony. There are no Ubers or anything that run so you will be walking the entire time. Actually, I'll put it this way, stay close to the action if you want the convenience, stay a little further out if you want any peace and quiet - the party does not stop. If you plan to run make sure you're in the right place because they go through the street to separate the crowd and if you're on the wrong side of it they kick you off of the route. Bring multiple changes of clothes, you will get Sangria on everything you own and you will love every minute of it.

Eta: if you fall down, stay down. The first morning I did it I had a 17 year-old Spanish kid show me where he had gotten gored in his ribs the year before.

Additionally, I'm nowhere even close to being a PETA type, but I will say the bullfight is pretty brutal and not fair to the bull at all. It's worth it to see if you've never seen it before, but it wasn't nearly as cool as I had thought it was going to be.

I’m working remotely in europe for 8 months beginning in April and those are my last days in Spain so I’ll just train there from whatever city I’m at before. Haven’t booked other Spain accommodations yet