On the days of your European expedition, you didn’t plan on going to Spain to see bullfighting. In fact, you found the whole past time quite cruel- especially what they did to the poor bulls afterwards. Your family literally had to drag you by your heels out of the villa they had rented.
“Come on, [y/n]! It’ll be fun, this is what tourists do when they come to Spain!” your mother said, fixing her sunglasses in the mirror as you looked out the window. You couldn’t help but snort in reply and kicked your feet up on the seat, ignoring your sibling’s protest.
“I don’t want to be a tourist, mom. I came here to see the city and history- not some sweaty Spaniard tangle with a poor bull,” you crossed your arms to end the conversation, hoping your mom would catch on. She did.
It didn’t take but 5 minutes to get to the arena, a whole line of tourists excitedly snapping pictures of everything around them. Your mom had to open the door an