PAMPLONA, Spain
"PAMOLONA is the last legal drug...a delirium that doesn´t stop, a communion with absurdity"
"you give yourself when you run with the bulls...you let it all go...your time, your money, your belief, your life, your self, into the wild forms of joy and fiesta!"
"Pamplona´s fiesta is the last remaining stop on the romantic road. Those who gather here each year dance to their own drummer. The drumbeat they hear is not so different as it is distant. It is a faint rhythm which the romantic hears all year long; a soft, strong sound which is never heard by others, much like the heartbeat of a lover long asleep in your arms.
This ancient city in the foothills of the Pyrenees Mountains with its high stone ramparts and walled citadel transforms each July to a place where the nights are never ending and the mornings majestic, as noble creatures, beasts of mythology made by a patient God, race through the streets for a brief moment ordering the whole universe, creating an energy field unlike any other on earth.
Fiesta has accurately been described as one of the most exhilarating experiences on earth. The sun rises over Pamplona gently, lighting this northern corner of Spain with a fragile first light. Dawn approaches Pamplona subtly and slowly. In summer, on the seventh day of the seventh month, early sunlight is shielded by the Pyrenees Mountains which divide Spain from France. This, seventh day of the seventh month, is the day of the Saint. Pamplona is home to approximately a quarter-million residents, and that number will more then triple during Fiesta.
Well i survived my first running with the bulls...tomorrow awaits, after another night camping out under the stars.
all my love.
Ashley
