streets and ducking into shops. We headed south again out of the
Sierra Nevada region to the Costa del Sol. We stumbled upon a
fantastic little town high up in the mountains near Malaga called
Mijas. All the streets are cobbled single lane and all the houses cut
into the hills are bright white stone.
While here we had an experience you can't get in many parts of the
world. A bullfight. The 110 year old Plaza del Torro is set at the
highest point in the city and seats less than 1000 people.
I won't be able to accurately or effectively decribe the actual
bullfight itself. A bit of an emotional rollercoaster. It's an
artform that has been around for centuries and is steeped in tradition
and respect for the bulls. And yet, three bulls are stabbed to death
right before your eyes. Ask me when we see you next and i'll be able
to describe it in better detail in person.
Tomorrow: hopefully, Africa
The pic: one of the mattadors facing off with the bull, the town of
Mijas in the background.
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