By the end of the fight, 6 bulls had been killed. Two for each of the matadors. Both the second and third matador received bulls' ears as trophies for their "fight" and I had learned a lot. Primarily, I learned why my host dad said it wasn't a fight. It isn't a fight, its more of a killing (murder is too strong of a word to use here). Along these lines I learned much about myself. I learned that I appreciate Spain's tradition of bullfighting but also that I will not find myself going to another bullfight. I found that I do not support killing animals for sport. No, I'm not going to run over and join PITA, if you have to kill an animal to survive I think you should. However, I felt that the bulls, while valiant, were tortured and that was not ok with me. I do believe though that I would have regretted not going if I had missed this opportunity to learn about another culture. It was interesting to see the people at the bullfight, there were many older people and then about a 50 year gap and many people my age (mostly tourists) observing the fight.

It is noteworthy to point out that English calls this sport "bullfighting" while the Spaniards simply call it "los toros" or The Bulls, this further clarifies my apparently misconceived notion of a FIGHT.

As it was Saint Peters Day, the festivities continued in Segovia and Larissa and I went to see the Spain game in the Plaza Mayor, thankfully Spain won! After being picked up and bounced around by very excited Spanish men, and then rained on by the mixture of sangria, red wine, and beer that filled the plaza after the game, we decided to go to dinner! I had sopa castellana (Spanish soup), a bread based soup that had meat, bread and a gelatinous texture. We shared a bottle of house wine, an amazing rioja, and as we didn't want to leave our wine, we sat and talked for hours. We could hear music playing at the aqueducto as well as in the plaza mayor while we were sitting there chatting and sipping. As we sat, on this beautiful terrace that overlooked the city, fireworks started going off! We hadn't realized that it was already midnight and that these fireworks signified the end of the feriales (literally translated as fairs, but really festivities) of Segovia for Saints John and Peter. Luckily we were able to see the entire show from right there at the restaurant and it was gorgeous. After the show, we walked back to the aqueducto and split ways. Here is a beautiful picture of the aqueducto at night!