More Art, blood sports and a big adjustment

On Friday, July 7 I went to an art exhibit in Alonzo Martinez, the cultural and swanky area of Madrid. All that the exhibit was was three old women rolling on the ground laughing for four hours, we only witnessed one, but we got the idea. Every now and again the women would get up, one at a time and still laughing mind you, and put up cardbord signs on the walls. I was later informed that most of the signs had to do with death and/or suicide. The whole thing was bit strange for my taste. However, the event was sponsored by Absolute and we got free martinies after the show.
I think that it would be a great Jackass stunt to blindfold a bunch of PETA members and bring them to a bullfight. They a part of the Spanish culture, but that does not mean that everyone in this country loves the bloodshed of bullfighting. The bullfight that I saw was equivillent to a Rome Braves baseball game. The madadors were young and still learing the ropes of the Plaza de Toros, I hear that the best bullfights can run up to 500 Euros. It was the most the brutal thing I have ever seen done to an Animal, one of the girls I was with cried. The bull is not an aggressive animal, it is just attracted to collors and movement. First, the bull is unleashed and runs around the ring as the madadors coax it. The bull in led to gore a horse with armor on. The man on horse back stabs the bull with spear. The bull is stabed with small spears and starts to blead profusly. It is then the madadors time to shine. He leads the bull to gore him and stabs him with a sword attepting to seaver the spinal cord and kill the animal instantly. This did not happen at my first bullfight. Others kept the bull´s attention while the madador tried to pull his sword out of the injured bull. He tried one more time and the bull still would not drop. The crowd booed him. I felt bad for him, as if he was not rattled enough already. One his thrid attemot the bull stubled and fell. Another man staded the animal in the head, it convolsed and was then still. My group took a wrong turn coming out of the arena and saw the bull being skined. I rather enjoyed the bullfight, it was an interesting source on entertainment. I might go back during my stay here in Madrid. I suspect that my friend Chris would hate a bullfight.
My dirty garments, or ropas, are starting to pile up. On Tuesday July 10 a new friend on mind and I search for a luandry mat. We walked for hours and could not find one. It turns out that we have to take a bus to another part of town to get to one. I washed some stuff in my sink, and that was not real plesent.