We couldn't possibly pass up the opportunity to head up to Pamplona during the festival of San Fermin. So we drove all day to arrive into the chaos of the streets of Pamplona. We wandered around for hours looking for somewhere to stay. Around 2am we decided that nothing sounded more wonderful than laying down the back seats of the car and sleeping there. Turns out that was better accommodations than most people had!
The next morning Eric awoke with the sun, donned his red and white gear, tied his running shoes and headed off to run with the bulls. I refolded the seats and took the camera to buy my ticket to sit in the stands.
Where's Eric?
This is a horrible picture. But, an important one. We are standing in front of the candy store with THE Best sour strawberry belts in the history of sour strawberry belts. Believe me, I've tried them all.
1 comments:
Ummmm. Mr. green-eyed monster just popped up in my head. You are in SPAIN. Sigh. Looks fabulous, and so do you!
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