10 years ago or more, I made the trek to Pamplona, Spain for the annual running of the bulls. No intent to run, just a hope to learn something, watch a 400 year old phenomenon I'd read about in Hemingway's the Sun Also Rises, and engage my passive interest in watching mostly drunk party kids dodge the freight train-esqe bulls...or not. Let's just say I came away with all that an more. Given that the... read more ›