Attending Charreada is not a passive affair. There's a full, very full, six days of party ahead, and drinking Modelos from word 'go' in the hot sun while taking in waves of kicked-up dirt clouds all afternoon means you've found yourself at 6126 Padre Drive because you want to be there. To get into those fresh tacos covered in cilantro. To get into that arena full of concrete and painted concrete, sombreros and mariachis.
It delivers all the pomp you'd want plus everything you'd expect from an Old Mexican rodeo: dustbowl city, cheap street meat, broncs that don't buck quite so high, and bulls you ride not for eight but until they stop. And a few events that may or may not toe the line of animal... well it isn't animal happiness. But it's tradition. And tradition, like personality, goes a long way.
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