Dream Deferred
Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun

Or fester like a sore-
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

Ever since my sophomore year in high school when I went through the Hemingway phase all young male readers are fated to enjoy I have wanted to go to Pamplona and run with the bulls. I especially remember the line, "'Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bull-fighters.'" But as the years passed my romantic The Sun Also Rises-inspired dream faded into the background. From college to career to the birth of my beautiful boy life provided its own built-in adventures. Yet with Langston Hughes' cautionary words resounding louder and louder I came to the decision that it was now or never. When Mike Sandoval agreed to join me on the trip the time had finally arrived.

"Days 1&2: LAX to Bilbao to Pamplona to Estella"
02-03 July 2004

"Day 3: Estella"
04 July 2004

"Day 4: San Sebastian"
05 July 2004

"Day 5: Pamplona"
06 July 2004

"Day 6: The Running of the Bulls: Pamplona and Estella"
07 July 2004

"Days 7&8: Estella to Pamplona to Bilbao to Home"
08-09 July 2004

"Selected Pictures of the encierro from Reuters"