Pamplona: ¡Viva San Fermin!

“Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”
—Ernest Hemingway
La Curva, San Fermin Encierro, July 9, 2010

I came. I ran. I'm alive - perhaps more so than ever.

On Saturday July 10th and Monday July 12th, I participated in the famous San Fermin Encierro - the Running of the Bulls. I'll write much more about that when I get a chance.

In the meantime, above is a picture of the Friday July 9th run of the bulls and corredores going into La Curva. I took this from the balcony location I arranged through a local company.

Also, a little shout out to the Frenchmen I shared the balcony with - hope you had a great time in Pamplona guys!

Stay tuned for more on San Fermin when I get caught up. The experience here was extraordinary.

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