Well, it's over and we survived. We didn't fall off the city wall, have our fingers bitten off by someone trying to steal our lunch, or propose marriage from the bullring. All those things did really happen, but thankfully not to us. What did we do? We had fun. You can read all about my San Fermin experiences in the blog section over at Fiestas de San Fermin.com (the web page set up by the Diario de Navarra).
Except for one thing.
This story I saved for my own blog, because it's the most interesting thing that's happened to me during the fiestas. I finally got to meet a fellow blogger, which turned out not to be as weird as I thought it would be. The whole idea of meeting people that you really only know through a blog is kind of strange, but not really any stranger than meeting people at a party or a bar, I guess. We probably know each other better than a lot of people who see each other at work every day.
Erik's blog is one of the ones I read regularly, ever since he left a comment on one of my posts over a year ago, and curiosity led me to check him out. He turned out to be an American in Spain, just like me (except for the obvious sex difference, of course). Over the past year I've watched as he prepared his wedding, went on his honeymoon, and shared lots of other tidbits about his life in Colindres (I'm really jealous of that beach he has just near where he lives). Hey, I've even watched his cactus flower online. But, until last Sunday, I hadn't met him in person. He and his wife, Marga, decided to come over and spend a few hours in Pamplona to enjoy the fiesta, and we managed to hook up and have a drink together.
Paqui and Primi, the first friends we ever made in Pamplona, came along and we had a nice relaxing drink at the Caballo Blanco. It turned out that our friends are from the same town (tiny, tiny, tiny town, according to Erik) that Marga's grandfather is from. Life is full of funny coincidences like that. Anyway, we had really great time and the afternoon was over before we knew it. Just before Erik and Marga left, we took some pictures to commemorate the event, and yes, to blog about it later (if we didn't we wouldn't really be bloggers, now would we). Stupid me, I forgot to bring the camera, so the only photo I have is on my cell phone. And I lost the driver for my bluetooth dongle (for some reason this always makes me think of Long Duck Dong from Sixteen Candles...weird, I know) when our computer got screwed up. So, no pictures today. But Erik has proof that we really did meet, and I don't know what he did, but you can hardly see my braces, so I'm doubly pleased. He also has some other brilliant San Fermin pictures up that give a nice flavor of what it's all about.
Anyway, Erik and Marga, we had fun and I hope we won't have to wait for the next San Fermines to do it again.