San Fermin

man are we exhausted. Three nights in Pamplona during running of the bulls (san fermin) is enough! We did have a very good time though. The first night we didnt make it to late but by round two we were ready to go! This time I took a sweatshirt and was able to rally all night, even though our hosts and most other friends of the night fell off to sleep.

Tony and I went out with Louise this chick from Denmark who was travelling all around the world by her lonesome having a ball. We downed lots of sangria and kalimochxos (sp?) which were quite delicious. And then embarked on many adventures, the first was a hip hop concert, in spanish. That was pretty fun but the beer was really expensive so Tony and I snuckaway to go get more beer and go to the bathroom. The bathrooms suck here, most don´t have toilet seats, never any tp and worst of all these damn european girls do not know how to pee rapido! I do not know what the hell they are doing in there but it takes them FOREVER!!!!! Drives me, and patiently waiting tony crazy. But anyways, so we went off on adventures and found many. We found a touristy, cheesy cowboy hat that we tried to barter everyone and every place for food.Tony finally found a dude (actually an old man about 50)willing to give up a bite of his sandwich for the hat, lucky tony but very unlucky Kelli. He screwed me over with nothing! I was so mad I went back to the guy and demanded the hat back or the entire sanwhich which he of course said no too. I was so jealous of tony andhis big bite I grabbed the hat and ran outside. Which I didntfeel to bad as these hats are ridiculously ugly. But apparently this guy was a big fan because he followed us outside and stared me down. I was a little scared so I gave the hat back. But Tony then came over and snatched the hat back off the guys head and took off running down the street. I followed immediately as I was terrified this guy was going to chase us, but we got away clean. Tonythen while I was using the restroom traded the hat for a popsicle, man was he in trouble again!!

The rest of the night was hanging out in bars dancing the night away.WE found one American bar that played lots of ol 80s songs, including Iget knocke down! but I get up again....., we were loving the songssinging at the top of our lungs to them.

Throughout the night we would hit lows and think of