He's enshrined here. In more than one location you can find him in bronze. In this Spanish city and traditionally Catholic country, I'm not referring to the Crucifix, or even the co-patron San Fermin, but American author Ernest Hemingway.
A large segment of the letters -- the first written when he was not quite 8 -- are juvenilia and could be the sentiments of any young whippersnapper. Yet there are occasional hints at what would become the acclaimed Hemingway mode of between-hard-covers expression.
I went to Pamplona because of Ernest Hemingway. Almost everyone who has ever read The Sun Also Rises has dreamed of Bret Ashley, the lost generation, and the encierro. It was sort of a test to an untested life.