Today was the Dia de Hispanidad-celebrating hispanic culture. So we went to a corrida de toros-a bullfight. Honestly I was not looking forward to it at all, and wasn't even sure I wanted to go. I thought for sure that after 30ish minutes I would either get sick, start crying, or be ready to leave. But no, my morbid curiosity came out, and I couldn't stop watching. This sounds crazy, but it was sort of beautiful-like a dance between the torredor and the toro.
I'm not crazy-let me explain, with pictures
The torredor uses the cape to lure the bull into a series of passes. These are meant to show the torredores' ability to control the bull. The fun happens when the bull has a mind of its own and fights back.
Scoping each other out...
And the bull charges.
The torredor's skill level is determined by how he executes the passes. His feet shouldn't move, his form has to be just right, he needs to be a certain distance to the bull, ect.
At first I was super confused and didn't understand what was going on, then my buddy here helped us...He kept shouting at the torredores about all the mistakes they were making :D He was my favorite!
And this was my favorite torredor: he was the best. I mean, look at that power stance!
Now, I'm not saying that agree with bullfighting. Morally, I think it's wrong to kill bulls in such a brutal way. However, the other side of me sees the beauty in it. The bulls are built for this type of battle. They're in their element.
Well, there it is. I'm crazy: I actually liked a bullfight. Who knew?
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