Hemingway was right
Once they secured the baby bulls we were released from the arena and everyone filtered out onto the streets. Outside I again posed with my literary hero Ernest Hemingway. He was right in that there are no words to do justice to describe the festival or the run. One has the feel the fear and elation of doing such a monumental task. It is interesting to note that Hemingway himself never ran the course, but one doesn't have to run to indulge in San Fermin.