Soon I am regretting having a room with an east view of the city. The morning sun is relentless in beating down on my windshield.
It’s time for a trip to the WC located in a nearby park.
Leaving the WC refreshed, I start a self-guided day tour of Pamplona.
While researching this trip, I read that the city goes to sleep after being up most of the night and watching the running of the bulls.
Revisiting the bull running staging area, it has taken on a new life. The barriers and massive early morning crowds are gone but the party has been moved to the streets.
All in favor, say “aye”!
In appreciation of the entertainment, members of the audience place cold beers and drinks on the ground in front of the band.
A two euro donation to the Illegal Alien Foundation and I am promised not to be probed anytime soon.
Entering another square, a small procession with huge dancing costumes and a five to six piece marching band is in progress.
In the distance I hear a baby crying and with others I go to investigate. The sound is coming from what seems like an abandoned stroller left near the edge of a building along with a large suitcase.
Nervously approaching the stroller, we are surprised to be confronted with the baby face of a man!
Then he goes right back to fussing and sticking his tongue out at innocent passerby's.