Tonight, we went to the rodeo in Brasilito and watched the men ride the bulls. We got our tickets and went into the stadium. We listened to the Ticos yell in Spanish. I sipped my coke as the drunk idiots jumped into the arena and through rocks at the sad bull.
They let the bull out of the door with a man on its back and the bull would be very mad. He jumped and kicked and bucked until the man fell off and the bull would stamp all over him. Then the cowboys would come out and lasso rope around the bulls' neck and bring it back around out of the arena.
It was gruesome and sad and I felt badly for the bull but it was cool to be immersed in the community and their culture.