I awoke the next morning with only one goal on my mind. I simply had to find a professional bull-fighter and interview him. I quickly dressed, grabbed a pastry for breakfast, and headed out the front door of the hotel. It didn't take long before I found who I was looking for.
I found a young matador dressed up in his bull-fighting attire a few blocks from where I was staying. I was saddened to learn that he was not on his way to a fight, but I took the opportunity to ask him about his profession. He explained to me that he considers it an honor to be the one to take the bull's life due to respect for the bull. He explained that the art of bullfighting is not seen as a gross display of animal slaughter, but an opportunity to admire the courage and nobility of the bull as it fights for its life.
After our long conversation, the young matador invited me to come with him to the Plaza del Castillo for several rounds of drinks (www.tripadvisor.com). I accepted his offer, but after one round, I thought it best to call a cab to take me to the airport. I paid $26 for my cab fare, and when I made it to the airport, I bought a ticket to Paris for $1101 (www.tripadvisor.com). I was ready to get out of Spain.
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