I was at home, in Torremuelle

I love it there. Only place I ever felt at home; I belong there. Never felt, I am where I should be anywhere.

I didn’t know, after the run that ends in the arena. There is a bullfight following and some are killed then the local restaurants serve them that night. After, chastising them on the run go even farther to kill and eat one for dinner.

How macho is that!

Making bullfighters very attractive though, I could not watch the event for very long.

Bloody, yuk!