I was skeptical about going to a bullfight. I heard it was pretty gruesome and the bull is killed in the end. My senora turns the news on while we eat dinner so we can learn more Spanish and there was a story with a man just getting completely ruined by the bull, I had a hard time watching the TV. She told us that she does not like the bullfights, at all. But everyone decided to buy tickets saying that we are in Spain and it is a part of their culture and its something you have to do, so I went. For 10 euro we were second row. I will admit though I was excited the day of, I was expecting something along the lines of a baseball game and when we arrived at the stadium there were vendors outside selling seeds and peanuts and drinks so I figured it wouldn't be too bad. Here are some of the pictures from before the "fighting" started:
So this is when I was still happy and excited to be there, and that lasted a little longer when there was the presentation of the matadors.
Everything looked so pretty and traditional, so I honestly was excited to see what was going to happen. Later I found out the horse with the blind fold was used for the bull to run into while the man on top of the horse is digging a spear into the bull's back. But at the time I thought it looked cool. Then the bull came out and immediately my heart started pounding and I was terrified for every man in the ring. The bull was so big and so fast. And then when the horse guys came out I almost cried for the bull because it all looked so painful. 
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