What a Load of Bull
Ed Note: The pictures in this post are Katie’s because my camera battery died after only 10 minutes of shooting that day. She agreed to let me use hers because A) she’s a good friend and B) she didn’t want to have to listen to me whine about it for the rest of the day.
This past Sunday, Katie and I visited the local bullring in Bagaces to watch them test the bulls for an upcoming event.
We went with our adorable Tica friend Stephany (far left) and her two equally adorable Tica friends whose names I don’t remember because I’m a terrible, terrible person.
It’s a good thing I don’t live here permanently, because I’d have crippling self-esteem issues.
Noon was when the event was supposed to start, but people didn’t actually start showing up for it until 2 p.m. Katie and I have learned by now that Ticos exist in a completely different time-space continuum than the rest of the universe. ‘Tico time’ is a fluid concept that can mean anywhere between 30 minutes and two hours later than the appointed time. (This is super fun when you’re trying to catch a bus, by the way.)
It was such a holy scorcher of a day that everyone crowded in the shade under the bleachers. I, for one, hadn’t been under the bleachers since the 9th grade, and it gave me such a wicked case of nostalgia that I almost tried to make out with the old man squatting next to me on a three-legged stool just for old times’ sake.
Avert your eyes, children. It’s going to get handsy down here.
Anyhoo, the first bull came out…
…and put on quite a show.
You could tell he was a performer. An artiste. And the rider wasn’t too shabby either.
They looked like graceful dance partners.
Does anybody else have the R. Kelly song “I Believe I Can Fly” in their head right now?
(By the way, I hope the guy with the flag has a good insurance plan.)
I believe he’s indicating the size of his cojones here.
The next bull, however, was not so tranquilo. Right out of the gate, you could tell that this bull had anger management issues.
And you could almost hear the rider’s thoughts:
Aw man, he got my chinos dirty.
Even after his rider was off, this bull seemed determined to learn them whippersnappers a less’n.
After they finally managed to get the beast back into its pen, they had a lassoing event:
I’ll bet that guy got bonus points for having the snazziest hat.
We only stayed for about an hour lest our pale gringa skin melt off us under the heat of the Costa Rican sun, but we were happy to have had a taste of a real live bull riding event. All in all, it was a fun time for everyone.
Well, almost everyone.
I can only say LOVELY, LOVELY, LOVELY….Looks like this day was a blast!
“Well, almost everyone.” LOL that was a great shot and caption!! Sound like a great day.
Sorry to hear about your camera Erin was it a battery problem or did you just forget to charge it? … i know i have one that with my cell a few times.
Wishing you success and the best days.
Yeah, I haven’t been able to find my charger since the last time I used it and I guess the battery finally went dead… NO clue what I did with my charger, but I’m going to tear apart the apartment later tonight. Hopefully I’ll have good news to report tomorrow!