Practice makes perfect

Having struggled to learn Spanish for half of today, I was able to wind down by watching trainee matadors being put through their paces by a man with fake horns prentending to be a bull.

The first day of my language school was predictably gruelling, but I'd like to think that I now know the difference between por and para.

As for the bullfighters, I really hope they now know the difference between a bull and a guy in a white shirt with a bicycle crossbar on his head.