Head Tale

The other day I wrote about some memories of our first all-inclusive vacation to Mazatlan Mexico in 2000.

One thing I didn’t mention but which is a strong memory was our decision to see a bullfight.

I’m not sure what I expected but I was surprised by a lot of it – not just that the matador killed the bull (part of me thought he just danced around it for a while then both man and beast would leave the arena unharmed) but all that led-up to that point – guys on padded horses stalking the bull and weakening it by stabbing in its shoulders first, “pre-matadors” coming out to do some more damage before the main guy came out.

On one hand, you think – “Well, this is part of Mexican culture and it’s very meaningful” and on the other hand, you think “Well, I’m watching an animal be killed for my entertainment.”

So yeah, the take away, at least for me, is that I’m glad I did it for the experience (even as distasteful as I ultimately found it) but I’d probably never want to do it again.