Ernest Hemingway loved Spain. He fought against the fascists in Spain’s civil war against and wrote about it in novels, news articles, and short stories. In one of his less literary moments, he refers to Ronda in Death in the Afternoon, “There is one town that would be better than Aranjuez to see your first bullfight in if you are only going to see one and that is Ronda. That is where you should go if you ever go to Spain on a honeymoon or if you ever bolt with anyone. The entire town and as far as you can see in any direction is romantic background.”
Ronda certainly is romantic but bolt with anyone?
The photo of Ronda’s Plaza de Toros was taken from my hotel room. If you look carefully, you can see drops of rain on the window pane. There were no bullfights during my visit and this once-beloved Spanish sport appears to be dying out, a political symbol for both the left and the right. https://theconversation.com/coronavirus-and-culture-wars-spains-bullfighting-industry-faces-a-crunch-point-in-2022-174361 I’m on the side of those who would ban the sport, although confused by those who think the ritual murder of a single animal is inhumane, but hamburgers are not.
My identity depended on how much I was paying attention
The world is made to be free in
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that doesn’t bring you alive is too small for you.
— David Whyte, Poet