Sometimes I eat dessert first. Actually, not so much as FIRST as ONLY, I skip a meal altogether and go right to dessert. There is a life philosophy in there somewhere – something about not waiting, about not putting off what is best for later, about grabbing life by the horns … as they say.
And they do say.
I’m all about that. All about getting right to the good stuff. All about digging in. All about both feet first. Jenne, meet the deep end. Full steam ahead. That’s me.
However, in my maturity, I’ve learned sometimes it IS good to wait. Sometimes putting off the best until last IS better. Sometimes the IDEA OF warm chocolate cake is almost as good as the TASTE of it after you’ve gotten past your good-for-nothing salad. Sometimes waiting is necessary, even helpful. Sometimes, (and I can’t believe I’m going to say this) you need a little BACKSTORY to fully appreciate the tale.
Therefore I just can’t jump right into telling you about the run with the bulls. I can’t just spill all the details about how we scoped it out and walked the route and watched the run from the fences and planned the stretch I would whirl screaming down the next day. I just can’t dive right in and tell you about the run itself and who I met and how long it takes to clear a ½ mile route of fantastically drunk people. I can’t just launch into a description of the complete and utter lack of an awareness of personal space Spaniards have when a 6 ton bull is coming up fast behind them and the details of how I got this bruise.
No. I just can’t. I’m going to have to build up to it.
More to come.
SWEET!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: Steakbellie | July 16, 2007 at 12:12 PM
That's not a bruise, that's Doppler radar! Looks like severe weather nearer the crotchital area - in the yellow with a pop-up storm near the knee... :(
Posted by: The Hub | July 16, 2007 at 12:13 PM
What a cliffhanger!
Posted by: Wendy | July 18, 2007 at 09:18 AM
While you've been gallivanting across Europe eating hard rolls with cheese for breakfast before scrambling through the streets of Pamplona, we've been patiently waiting, staring at the red-scarfed Jenne silhouette atop a bull, wondering when the stories will start rolling in. So you can put it off a little bit more, but there's only so much waiting we can stand. Besides, my kids are peppering me with questions for which I have no answers: "Did a bull gore her bottom? What was she wearing? Why did she run with the bulls? Mom, was she drunk?" Okay, they didn't ask me the last question--but they did ask the others.
Posted by: Ann Kroeker | July 18, 2007 at 09:25 AM
They are, by the way, mighty impressed with this photo!
Posted by: Ann Kroeker | July 18, 2007 at 09:26 AM
(And happy birthday to you!)
Posted by: Ann Kroeker | July 18, 2007 at 09:27 AM