the bomb

on friday, we went to Arles for the feria paques which is where they have bullfights and running of the bulls like in spain. the first thing we did was go to an amateur bullfight. even though i cry pretty much at every episode of grey's anatomy, i for some reason thought i'd be totally fine seeing a bullfight. i guess i never actually believed they'd just kill the bull right in front of us. silly me. i left after two fights (there were six) because i couldn't take it anymore.

nevertheless, though, i'm glad i went because it's just one of those things you need to experience in life. i think the most surprising thing about the entire experience was the difference in cultures. the whole time, i couldn't believe i was one of the only people crying. everyone else (europeans) were cheering at the matador while i just wanted the bull to fight back and realize there's never going to be anything behind the red cape being waved. i didn't realize bull's were such dense animals until i went to the fight and they continued to fail to realize that their real target should be the matador, not a red sheet of cloth. but, as i was saying, none of the europeans were remotely disturbed by the event and it made me wonder if i were to grow up with this in my culture and just accept it as tradition, if i wouldn't be so upset by it either.


the much more exciting part of arles was all the festivity in the streets with bands playing and shops everywhere. we also saw 2 things on the van gogh map: where he painted "the asylum garden at arles" and "the night cafe"



as for life in lacoste, it's finally finally sunny!! but i know i shouldn't even get excited about this because rain is forecasted again for the next few days. but i'll enjoy it why it's here! sit on my terrace and overlook our luberon valley with some baguette et fromage. i'd like to say i miss home, but even with bullfight's, i'm choosing provence.