Little sun, but thermals. The breeze later on in the afternoon helped us. The dynamic lift near the hill, gave us time to spot other pilots thermalling in the valley. Half speedbar get underneath them and turn.

A sunday, lots of sunday-flying. Had to keep your eyes open, they came from left right, under, above. But big fun.

Spain yes ? So bullfighting yes ? We watched a bullfight in the old man's bar in Agost. Again chatting, talking about the cruelty, of the fight. Again I sensed during the talk, that if you were born here, it is hard to be against it. Morally you can have your doubts, but you have been to those fights with your granddad. And it was always during the fiesta weeks. Having ice-cream, getting presents, merry go rounds in the otherwise never-anything-happening village of yours. Going out with the family to the fiesta. And later in the day, if you were big enough you could go with the adults to the bull fight and cheer olé ! I understand.

Another topic that always comes back in one of those 'discussions', is that the bulls in a bullfight were treated as kings during their life. They were given the best food, lived freely in wide valleys, with big trees for the shade. Totally different to the bulls that are bred for food consumption. And when asking, but why do they torture the bull before the matador comes in ?? Because the bull weighs 600 kg, so we have to weaken the bull to have an even fight.

Ok, ok.

But it is not civilized !

Oh, but having a hamburger in MacDonalds is civilized, knowing the animal had a horrible life and was sentenced to death in a slaughter house getting electric shocks ? Fox-hunting civilized ? Sending the prince (Hans Emmer of zoiets) of Holland to Spain to go partridge hunting because in his own country it is illegal to hunt partridges ? Killing whales ?

Oh my god. It is a never ending talk about the bull fights.

I live here, I just have an opinion. I just don't want to go to the bullfights. But I am not positioned to interfere with the culture, existing for centuries. I am an immigrant, a guest, and privileged to live in another country, a country as beautiful as only Spain can be.

And I love flamenco and their dances. And a lot of dance steps are similations of the matadors' steps.

Foto's, one of Palomaret,

one of the game they played in the village, a regional sport called pilota,

and a photo of good old Antoniet, at the old man's bar, where we always finish our flying day having an ice cold beer.