We then headed across the river to the Bullfighting ring and museum.
In the history of the Seville Bullring, only 3 people have been killed in 250 years. One person was killed in the 1920's and two people were killed in the 1930's.
The matadors are the best of the fighters, but there are other people involved in the bullfight. There are 2 people that give the first jabs to the bull. They are usually smaller.
Horses are used in the larger bullfights, but they are protected with some sort of leather armor and do not get killed. The same horses are used in each bullfight.
They also had a game, kind of similar to jousting, where they stabbed the heads off of fake people with poles. I am not sure what that was about. I couldn't hear the guide at that moment.
Apparently the bulls are raised on a farm that only grows bulls used for fighting. According to the guide, they live a nice happy life in their fields and near a river until it's time to die in a fight. The smaller, younger bulls are used in the off season and with matadors who are not yet completely professional. The larger bulls are used during the main bullfights with the professional and the best matadors.
Once leaving the museum, we sat along the river and looked at the city for a bit (in the shade of course). Then we made it about 5 feet more over to a cafe, where we got coffee and a snack. Then we attempted to find the Archives museum but couldn't. It seemed to be in a vortex. We did find the flamenco museum though and learned about the 7 different types of Flamenco dancing and watched videos and looked at pictures of famous flamenco dancers. Unfortunately, something happened to my camera card and I lost 100 pictures, which were of the flamenco museum and the first church I went to in Geneva, which is irritating. At least I didn't lose all of them! We then headed to our hostel, where we had told the owner we would be to grab our bags at 4.
He wasn't there. This couple wouldn't let us in and rapidly closed the door behind them.
So we had to use Allison's emergency phone to call and say "what the heck? We said we were coming at 4!" and the owner said, "I'll be there in 40 minutes!" Luckily, 4 was the "Lauren is worries we'll be late to the airport, so we have to get to the hostel early to get our bags" time and we still made it to our flight after much fuming. There was definitely more than one time that it paid off for me to be a worrier. We took a taxi to the airport, which we hadn't planned on doing.
The last two pictures are of my tanned face, despite copious amounts of sunscreen. Apparently, only my nose decided to tan for a while with a sunglasses tan line. Then, my face rapidly tanned and I had a horrific hairline tan. Grant later referred to me as "two-face" repeatedly and everything he said to me for practically an entire day was said in Batman's voice. Sigh.