Bullfighting is live and well in Seville. Fortunately or unfortunately the season hasn't started so we weren't able to see a fight but we did have a tour of the ring and the museum.
The ring itself is stunning. It was built in 1761 and construction lasted 120 years. There's a lovely museum in what used to be the infirmary with paintings and sculptures of famous fighters. One man started fighting at age 9 and was killed at 25. His brother strangely only fought sitting in a chair. How that worked I have no idea.
The good news is that the horses don't die anymore because they're protected but it used to be that 14-15 horses were killed in each fight. Of course the bull always dies but they make good use of the body and sell all the meat except the head at the supermarket. Leo said he wants to avoid bull meat but I thought we might try it for dinner soon (he'll never know).
On a personal note I wanted to say how proud I am of my boys. They have jumped right in and are living this experience. On our third day here Griffin took the bus across the city by himself easily finding the stop, buying a ticket and getting off at our apartment. All in a language he only had a semester of. They are becoming citizens of the world with the confidence to live anywhere.
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