Assured we had a spot, and having sorted out -- at least vaguely -- the numbering system of a seven floor building that renders the attic level apartment as "five," the niece and I were up again at 4:45. The party was, of course, still going strong when we got to the city center at 6:00.
This time when we rang the bell at 6:30 they let us up. It was a nice view from the attic level, if a little high. Happily, though, at seven they determined they had too many people coming so they palmed us off on a neighbor up the street. All things considered, it was a better view. So while we lost out on the provided breakfast -- no major loss from what I could tell -- we had a great view for the bulls, and the hundreds, if not thousands, of crazies who run with them.
It's definitely a sight to behold, and I'll post pictures just as soon as I can.
But for anyone planning a trip to Pamplona for San Fermin, here are my recommendations for making it actually worth your while:
1. Plan far enough ahead that you can get a hotel in the city center, rather than the burbs. If all that's left is HotelBed4U, wait til the following year.
2. Pull a Juliet and reserve a spot on the balcony. Best vacation dollar you'll ever spend. Just make sure you've got accurate instructions on how to find the place.
3. See a bullfight. It's a little campy, and a little boring, but it's actually a useful reminder of how narrow the line between life and death really is.
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