It's festival time in Madrid and we hear that there will be a bullfight that evening at Las Ventas. We know it will be near impossible to get tickets, but we also know that we have to try.
The bullring is right outside the metro, and it is the first thing you see when you emerge from the metro. It is a red-bricked, majestic looking stadium...the shape of a baseball stadium, but smaller in scale and much more regal. A trip to the ticket window quickly revealed that tickets were indeed sold out, but before you could say "boo", we were surrounded by scalpers, and the question of attendence then ceased to matter.
With my sister's broken high school Spanish we managed to score three tickets, for what we thought was a halfway decent price. By then people are starting to line up outside...the air is thick with men's Spanish conversations and their cigar smoke. We move into the stadium.
Our tickets say "Grada" which we learn is the top tier of seating in the stadium. There are no chairs, just concrete numbered bleachers, if you will, so we take our seats and are soon surrounded by others on all sides.
The bullfight begins! The beginning is pomp and circumstance. A parade of the matadors come out, dressed in their finery: bright blue and pink suits trimmed in gold. Their capes are bright pink as well.
A bullfight session is called a faena, and it is divided into three parts. In the first part, the matador faces the bull alone, when he spars with the bull using his magenta cape. I learned that he does this to determine the bull's verility and strength. In the second round, the bull is weakened by picadores and banderilleros. The picadores are on horseback, heavily padded (both man and horse) and he uses a long spear to stab the bull and weaken him. The banderilleros then stab brightly colored barbed sticks into the bull's neck.
In the final round, the matador faces the bull alone again, this time with the famous red cape. He works the bull again, dazzling the crowd with how close he can bring the bull to his body without being impaled. The bulls, very weak from their injuries, continue to charge the cape, but lose speed as the match wears on. In the end, the matador will stab the bull with a sword, and the animals legs will collapse under it, as a pool of blood soaks into the red dirt of the main ring.
A horse drawn wagon will come and several men will tie the dead bull to the back of the wagon. The corpse is then dragged away. The crowd then has to judge the match, and they do this by waving white handkerchiefs to favor a matador. People cheer on their favorite matadors, and wave handkerchiefs for that matador's kill. Once the ring is cleared, a new fight begins.