We are not going to Pamplona anymore. =(
July 14th was the only day of the San Fermin Festival that we could work into our schedule and when Danielle realized that Bastille Day falls on the same day, she (understandably) preferred to remain in Paris for the celebration rather than pay money to fly/train into Pamplona and risk her life.
But there is a consolation prize ...
We had just finished a round of espressos (and I was silently pondering ways to get to Pamplona by myself) when we happened upon twenty-two firefighters (full uniform) hanging out at a neighboring café. Pamplona was instantly forgotten as the three of us unanimously agreed it was time for another round of espressos.
Turns out they are with a huge number of firefighters that had come to Paris from other places to participate in the parade the morning of Bastille Day. AND … apparently after the parade all the fire stations in the city transform into hang-outs/bars for what we have deemed a ‘Firehouse Crawl’, and the festivities continue all night. We are meeting them tomorrow evening at one of the stations to start the crawl with them.
The bulls will be there next year.
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Older, and annoyingly safe and nagging, sister Erin is very happy with this decision...although I'm kind of wondering which event might lead to the most trouble: Pamplona with stampeding bulls vs Paris with a stampede of hot firemen. Hmmm. Miss you!
Cassie & firemen...like a moth to a flame. Nice job keeping up the blog & posting photos! Looks like you're having the time of your life, as you should be. :)
Cassie, changing your mind! Gee. But a pleasant surprise. You guys look like your having great fun. Keep it up, but keep out of trouble. Don't forget to try the cheeses. Yum. love you, Dad
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