You see, Numera Dos is a sensible child (no oxymoron intended here). She's never been one to "go along" with the crowd. This week she's part of a school trip--and yes, we're not naive enough to think that things "don't go on" during such adventures. We our Own Personal Selves pulled enough wool over the eyes of teachers & other authority figures to crochet an Afghan in our spare time!
But Ella is a good kid. That said, one more thing assures us that she will remain safe: She was nowhere near Pamplona yesterday!
Ernest Hemingway, overrated writer that he was, made Pamplona's Running of the Bulls, part of the Fiesta de San Fermin, infamous & famous all at the same time. In Your Humble Scribe's opinion, Hemingway made things like drinking, womanizing & getting gored en vogue to make up for his deficiencies in other departments. But this is a more-or-less PG-rated blog. And we digress.
Only seven folks were injured in yesterday's Toro Race (remember--we're talkin' bulls here, not lawnmowers); we're happy for them, and delighted for us as well. Ella was in Granada yesterday, traveling to Seville today. As long as she's not all lickered up & sprinting ahead of some 800-pound beast, we can sleep soundly at nite. (BTW, she's having a blast on her first European jaunt, except she hasn't quite figured out the Calling Card Janx; keeps calling us collect. Can't wait to get that phone bill!)
So, for those of you who know about Hemingway, bulls, Pamplona, San Fermin, et al, we have One. Big. Question: Huh?