BACK IN CALI

Well I survived the running will the bulls. I was lucky enough to run a total of 3 times with no injuries and was able to watch the rest of them. It was an intense week that I won’t forget anytime soon. As many of you know the running with the bulls was my last activity before returning to the States. I have been in the States for a little over three weeks now and it’s a lot different. I made a trip to San Francisco the other day and being around that many tourist stressed me out, it reminded me of potentially not knowing where I was going to sleep that night, when my next meal would be, and the “don’t get pick pocketed” mentality. Although I knew where I would sleep and knew I was going to eat, for some reason all of those people brought me back. So let’s hope that passes. On personal news I have came back home and currently dating a friend of mine I have known for about four years and I’m very happy. I’ve moved back and on the search for a career, you know like a grown up job. It’s weird and I’m nervous but let’s hope I can find something soon that I enjoy and can learn from. So if you have any connections in the public relations field, let me know haha. Well here are some well over due photos, enjoy.

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Running with the bulls

The San Fermin festival started yesterday with one large party filled with sangria and all types of alcohol, of course I took part. A liter and a half of sangria is less than 2 euros so I’m able to party for cheap which is always a bonus. The running of the bulls started today. I made sure to go to bed last night at 3am to get a nice 3 and a half hours of sleep before getting ready to run. A friend and I woke up nice and early, we drank some water and dressed for the event. As I was waiting in the streets and heard the last of 3 fireworks go off indicating that all the bulls were released it, got much more real. People running by as I waited to see a bull and then it was go time. They were massive. The most dangerous part were not the bulls but rather the other runners. One person would fall causing a pile up which would force you to go around which put you in front of the bulls. One man fell behind me and grabbed me in attempts to stay up but almost brought me down with him. Luckily I was able to break free and continue into the stadium where a amazing sensation of accomplishment and relief surged over me. I was able to find some pictures and I will post them below. I am the one in the green headband.

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Happy July 4th from Spain

To everyone in the States, happy independence day! To the rest, happy Thursday. Today I find myself in Pamplona, Spain. I planned to have a few days in Barcelona but due to a missed flight and all the trains to Pamplona the day before the San Fermin festival I was only able to spend one full day there. Barcelona was beautiful and I was able to meet up with friends and go to a nice rooftop bar with a pool. I hopped on a early morning train and headed to Pamplona today. The running with the bulls starts Sunday but there is a massive opening celebration this Saturday. I’m excited and even a bit nervous to run but I figure the fear and adrenaline is half the fun. I have only spent half a day here so far but it’s been nice and the weather is great. I’m here till the 13th, so I have plenty of time. I will of course keep you all updated and I guess wish me luck. Cheers.

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