Pamplona this time of year is a sea of red and white for their yearly San Fermin festival. (Or as what us Americans will call the running of the bulls). Ed and I arrived yesterday afternoon, and are staying in a student residence a thirty minute walk from anything. However, in following a processional of drums dancing down the street with thousands of people last night, I realized I have been able to experience some of the best parties in the world. There is more to the festival than the bull run. There are parades, concerts, and beer gardens all over the city which is a lot larger than we expected.
Without further ado... Ole!!
We head out tomorrow evening, and I hope Barcelona is ready for us!