“The street was lined on both sides with people keeping their place at the curb for the return of the procession. Some dancers formed a circle around Brett and started to dance. They wore big wreaths of white garlics around their necks. They took Bill and me by the ares and put us in the circle. Bill started to dance , too. They were all chanting. Brett wanted to dance but they did not want her to. They wanted her as an image to dance around." (Hemingway 159)
What can I say, I am
beautiful and seem to attract attention no matter where I go. I’ve been told numerous
amounts of time that I am a sight to see. Well chap, be careful I am not one to
fall in love. That night was truly one of my favorites. The streets were alive
with people and music. I love to dance, you could feel the beats vibrations in
your bones. I just love that feeling. The people were dressed up in costume and they looked as though they genuinely were enjoying themselves. I was glad to see Bill dancing as well. The dancers encircled me
while dancing and chanting. I felt as though being worshiped. I felt like the god of
beauty, no, the very definition of beauty. I was so happy that I could barely sit still
and just allow them to chant. I wanted to dance but they would stop me whenever i tried. I wished that moment could freeze forever. I saw a smile creep onto Jake's face. He doesn't smile enough. He just very snarky. But ever since Bill's been with us, Jake has been in a lighter mood. Anyway that moment was just perfect. I love Pamplona.
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