With my bull running adventure over, I head back to The VW Executive Inn And Suites for an early morning nap.
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.
Without the AC running, I must concede defeat and abandon my morning nap.
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.
I begin at Parroquia De San Miguel built in 1940.
Mass at Parroquia De San Miguel
It is amazing to see practically an entire city in a festive mood. Even babies and infants are proudly dressed in traditional San Fermin red and white attire.
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.
I am happy to report that for the most part this is not the case in 2010.
I do spot a few laying around but this is the exception. The city is as alive in the day as it had been the night before. Only some of the characters have changed.
It seems like at least one of them would prefer to sit around all day.
I am enjoying this 24 hours a day festive mood so much I am thinking about taking up unicycling and joining the local circus.
Free lessons from a local and with a great juggling act, maybe my plan can work.
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.
With no fear of being trampled until 8:00am tomorrow morning, let’s drink, dance and party until the break of dawn.
All in favor, say “aye”!
The area is now so popular for locals and visitors, I think I even spot the NBA 2010 Championship MVP Kobe Bryant in the crowd.
Near the daily release point of the bulls, symbols clash while horns,drums and trumpets fills the already happy air with festive notes.
This sends some crowd members spinning.
And leaves others “udderly” smiling.
In appreciation of the entertainment, members of the audience place cold beers and drinks on the ground in front of the band.
Wow, and you thought I had a big head!
This is my reaction as I along with others are entertained by “Bobble Heads” waiting for a parade to start.
One little fan is not so happy about the parade delay and she is demanding her Little Fans Of Bobble Head Parade Bill Of Rights.
Going down one street, I am singled out in front of a crowd by an alien creature.
A two euro donation to the Illegal Alien Foundation and I am promised not to be probed anytime soon.
Not trusting this illegal alien, I ask for identification and take a Headless Man as my witness.
Entering another square, a small procession with huge dancing costumes and a five to six piece marching band is in progress.
This becomes common around the city and quite entertaining.
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.
We are concerned that some parent may have had too many drinks of “Calimochos”.
Nervously approaching the stroller, we are surprised to be confronted with the baby face of a man!
Interestingly, a euro or two momentarily keeps this baby from crying.
Then he goes right back to fussing and sticking his tongue out at innocent passerby's.
What a fun loving little big brat!
I make a brief stop at The Governor’s Residence for an unofficial visit. I express my heartfelt thanks for a wonderful time during my short time in Pamplona.
My diplomatic duties done, I pick up stakes and The VW Executive Inn And Suites is on the road again.
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