July 8-9, 2003 Run, Fred, Run! Fred and I are in Strasbourg, France. The keyboards here are substantially different from ours so this entry will be short. Yesterday Fred and I ran with the bulls in Pamplona. There were a ton of people. The party the night before was as crazy as everyone makes it out to be (we ended up sleeping in the park on a piece of cardboard). The run, however, was not all it was cracked up to be. I guess that happens when you build something up with so much hype—it’s hard to live up to people’s imaginations. (thanks, Hemingway!) So, I did the run. There were so many people I never even saw a bull. The police threw me out for having a small backpack and Fred before the whole thing was over. It was not fun. It was scary, but exciting. The cheering and chanting (oleee ole ole ole; ole; ole) before the run was the best part. The only people who even get close to the bulls seem to be one of three things 1. crazy with no fear 2. stupid 3. Americans out of their element I was none of these that day. Would I go back again? I wouldn’t go out of my way, but if I were in the area I guess I would go back for the party. This is my last entry for the trip. We’re going to try and see part of the Tour de France, Normandy, and the sights in Paris before we come home. See some of y’all soon, and others hopefully sooner rather than later! Hasta, T.J. '03 and Fred NEXT | BACK