BLOGG #29--PICASSO'S BULLS

It is time for another blogg, and today my subject is about Picasso's bull.  We had spent four glorious days in Bilboa and it was time to go to Madrid -a five hour journey.  We boarded the train in the early morning  in a vast station , broken-hearted at leaving this beautiful city. The train was a slow train- Spanishly speaking-at 125 kilometers an hour. My friend and I both chose window seats to see the scenery. Madrid is situated on a very high plain, so we had a long climb ahead of us. As the train climbed we passed beautiful pastoral scenery punctuated by picturesque Spanish villages until at last we reached the mountains of  bare rock interspersed with  green meadows.  I watched entranced as sheep, goats and cows passed by and then I saw it. I jerked out of my trance and gasped "Picasso's bull!"And there it was - majestic- standing proudly with alert head, his gorgeous horns poised ready for the picador. I have spent a lot of time studying Picasso's bulls and there was no mistaking this one-that was not all- in the pasture beside him were three more bulls placidly grazing! I turned to my friend to show her but of course with the train at 125 kliks they were gone. We decided that this event really needed a celebration so we weaved down the swaying train to the Bar Car where they sold chips. doughnuts, KitKats and of course, Red wine and Iberian ham in crusty rolls. so we stood by the rail hanging on for dear life, nibbling rolls sipping the wine while discussing Picasso and his bulls as we gazed at the passing scenery.-an absolutely perfect day.

























































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