This took place a few months ago, in June. Deb U. and I drove to Guillermina’s house in San Antonio and she and her family accompanied us “downtown.” She lives with one of her four daughters and her daughter’s daughter. Another of G’s daughters, also with daughters, lives nearby. We took the kids on the rides and we all ate coconut ice cream dipped in chocolate sauce and watched the bullfight.
They didn’t kill any of the bulls in the ring, so it was fun to watch. However, there were people outside butchering other cattle and selling it on the street. Really fresh. There were crowds to buy it and there was always someone hacking up a just-killed bull. Several others were tied to trees, terrified. A friend later told me that people aren’t as interested in buying bull meat if the animal hasn’t been slaughtered in the ring, because if they die fighting, they release lots of delicious hormones into their blood. Yuk.
There was actually a funny element to the bullfight. They brought out two brahmin bulls who were lying prone in a flatbed, all tied up. They untied one and let him out. When he saw what was going on, he played around with the toreador for a while and then appeared to be injured. He lay down on his side and after about five minutes, we thought he was dead. He wasn’t. He wasn’t even hurt, just smart. A whole gang of men had to LIFT him and shove in back of the truck where they trussed him up again.
Then they took out the other one, who after a few minutes, did the same thing. I guess it was some sort of experiment with brahmin cattle and the conclusion no doubt was that they aren’t good material for bullfights.
Here are some pics of the fiesta, the rides, and the bullfight. (coming)