Email to family on Sunday, May 15:
Today has been chill a day and all here in Mazatlan, MX. The talking-while-texting-while-swerving-between-lanes driver took us into town where we attended church in a 21-ish person ward. The people here are incredible--even if i do not understand a single hypersonic-fast-paced word of Spanish that gushes out of their mouths... that's against the point. The climax of the chill-day-and-all is the following: there we were, walking our skinny little white butts (yes, we were clothed don't worry, it was just a figure of speech) down the main street here, looking for a fresh place to devour the local grub. Strolling along, then, da-da-da-da!, a freaking massive bee (and I mean like king size bee--literally) decides he wants to taste the delectable American girl, and starts attacking me! Long story short, he stung me right, and I mean RIGHT, under my eye. Must have been a slightly amusing sight, a crazy American blonde chick squirming and swatting herself everywhere... yeah just picture that for a moment. Now your smiling, you jerks. Bobby had to pull the stinger out. Moral of the story king size bee stings DO NOT feel pleasant. The cab that chauffeured us back to the hotel thought I had been mugged and punched in the eye. Who knew bee's could give you a black eye, pretty impressive, you strong little fella.
Just a little funny story to brighten your day. And yes, I mean brighten your day because it is humorous (and slightly sad--but mostly funny).
JR
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