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... watching. I had a slice of delicious potato tortilla, coffee and what I thought were toothpicks of olives and peppers, but presented a nasty surprise of a little stinky dead fish when they surfaced from the olive oil they were swimming (not) in. I bypassed the fish, which wasn't to my liking, and headed off to explore this old part of town, of an ancient village. Hemingway loved Pamlona, and visited every year for 5 years in a row in the 1920's, ...
... San Fermin Festival. The street is rather narrow - must make for interesting people watching during the bull runs. The old town commemorates his writings and the local bars he frequented. This city has a small old town area in the center of a fairly large modern metropolis. Luckily the old town has many places to eat the pintxos and drink a beer. The food quality was excellent and we were ...
We arrived in Pamplona at 2:40 pm and easily got a cab to the Hotel Puerta del Camino. We checked in and collapsed in our room, briefly, then ventured out to obtain some euros and grab something light for dinner then returned to our room, showered ...
... me knows I do not do well with anything body/injury related. Ouch. Jed thinks it's hilarious to keep jabbing me in the thigh...it honestly makes me get goose bumps and freak out every time if think of the injury and of course Jed jabbing me brings it all back. Yuck. That evening we headed back to Pampalona to celebrate the closing ceremony. There was of corse the final Bull fight. Where all of the six bulls are fought and finally killed. Now I'm not too proud to say but we did ...
... getting shouldered and pushed from every direction. But I stood my ground. We kept yelling to each other.
Above me, the crowds on the balcony began to scream and cheer, and the people running past us seemed to be running faster than the ones before.
And that's when I heard it.
The bells on the bulls, the footsteps of the people running, and the sound of hooves hitting the stone below us. They ...