Every town and city has their own fiesta days, including bull running and bull fights.

Because we live right next to the bull ring, the bulls run right down our road, four mornings in a row.  The bad side is that beside the bull ring are the fairgrounds.  Imagine having Dixie Classic Fair set up next door to you, but louder.  All the stalls play their own music at ear breaking levels, not to mention the carnival.

We invited the Clodgos to go with us

This looks like a good place to stand...just around the block from our apartment.

The plus side is that help is near at hand!

I am not sure who is more foolhardy...these who jam the entrance to the ring, or those who run from the beginning of the block.

GET OUT TAMMY...HERE THEY COME!!! (Just Joshing)

And it begins...Keith hung on the top rail with Cody, taking pictures.

They ran by almost too fast to get pictures! Bulls and people!

Then they all ran back down to wait the next bulls...here they come.

Look at his face! He stepped on Keith climbing the rail!

Opps...there comes another.

The guy in the white shirt and blue pants is the handler. He got caught on the leg, but seemed more angry than hurt.

The next day we watched from our balcony and the view was not near as good.