Aloe Vera to the Rescue

Many people suffer from insect bites and Belize, but only special people receive the real, good stuff. Aloe vera straight from the tree.  When you have your legs change from a leg to a Belizian leg-that means Aloe Vera 911 call. 

Luckily, I had the pleasure of getting the "Belizian legs." I was told this by the Belizian mothers I was working with at camp. This means your legs are dark and you have white scars from the insect bites. You're legs look a Black and white Dalmatian dog all mismatched and scarred up.  It is not a pretty site and besides that the itching is the worst.

Mr. Mojito told me that the fresh Aloe Vera is the ultimate cure. He says that it will cure the scars, the itching, and everything will disappear. Clearly I know he is partially truthful and partially exaggerating.  Regardless, I tell him to please go cut some off the tree. 
(Seriously, how can one not love all these organic remedies? The medicinal plants are incredible!)
Mr. Mojito walks in with this beautiful, fresh piece of Aloe.  I run up to him and immediately say, "Thank you, Thank you." I am just sitting and staring at it like a weirdo and people around who have the same bite problem look envious. 

After I use it in my room over and over, I realize that I still have a lot left and I don't need all of it. 

Being caring Priscilla, I decide to walk over to my next door neighbor and deliver some Aloe vera. My next door neighbor happened to be the cute, Belgium, European guy.  Of course, the leader of the pack opened up the door. 

"Hi, I just stopped by with some fresh aloe vera for.."

I'm peaking my head in the door and I see the Belgium laying down underneath a massive, mosquito net. He looks disoriented and possibly drunk. 

Unfortunately, I get no eye contact, no goodbye-nada!

"Well, um I just wanted to bring this for you guys. You rub it on your legs for the mosquito bites and it's very soothing."

I smile and look over trying to get some attention from the European who is passed out and looks unconscious. 

Tom says, "Wow, thanks Priscilla that was so nice of you to share this with us" "Have a great trip back home and let's keep in touch."

I am peeking my head into the room and "Bam" the door is shut in my face.

Well, clearly he had a crush on me so he was pulling his "keep Priscilla away from European" moves.  It was quite cold and immature, but that's life. 
                          CE LA VIE

Euro Night Out

The day had come and I was ready for us to have some fun. The Europeans had a great dynamic(clearly as they never separated).  When I came into their world, I was a few dashes of cinnamon added to a bland rice pudding. 

After dinner, they were ready to go and I was not as I was having dinner with the director discussing all my recent observations.  It was not like I was in a rush to go be around drinking-not an interest. 

It was still an opportunity to be social and meet new friends.  Slightly running across the field, I approach the restaurant and  I walk up the stairs. They don't need to be pointed out to me because  I see them sitting in front of me playing cards.  

Here I thought we could just talk or have this thing called a "conversation." 

All my fun energy was wrapped up in between their deck of cards and boring expressions.  While we did converse about our education, travels, relationships, and some deeper subjects-there was still plenty more to talk about.

Cute Belgium Boy Left-Next to  White Shirt 

                     

This time there was an addition to the group, EJ, who is the son of the founder and lives in Brooklyn, New York.  We are on the same page with the cards and we are losing total interest.

The Europeans are drinking like fish-drink after drink after watching them drink  my stomach is getting upset just watching them. 

                   

While I sit there not playing and making jokes, the European is drinking and staring and drinking and staring at....me. What is with all this staring and no action. It's kind of why I don't date guys who are my age. They are not quite matured as I would like them to be and my cute and flirtatious smiles are off to destination nowhere. 

In one brief moment, they put away the cards and I was ready to swoop in like an Eagle.  We were sitting and just making conversation and the rest of the group was staring at us. Our innocent little child connection was visible for everyone to see. Being very cute, I wanted to sing "Happy Birthday" to the birthday boy Oscar is so shy that I made it very informal(i.e. not asking the whole bar to chime in and sing him "Happy Birthday"). We ended up singing in English and Spanish and Oscar acted shy and embarrassed, but he secretly loved it. 

                                   

The Belgium boy was so happy with me and said, "That was sweet and cute."  Well clearly I knew this would create an increased interest. There was no secret plan to get him to like me more. The birthday song was just an enhancer for group energy and to provide acknowledgement for someones being(Mrs. Pris therapist hat is ALWAYS on).

After this point, I was ready for us to hang out a little longer and he was ready to go to sleep. It was only 9pm and I still had a full hour before my bedtime.  They all grouped together and Belgium boy was hanging out by the bar-separated from his group.  He clearly wanted to stay, but he was waiting for invitation and I was not going to give it to him. Bye Bye Belgium Boy. 

In between our place and the restaurant, the only light you get comes from the moon and stars. It's stunning, but those who are prepared walk around with the headlights(i.e. flashlights on their head).  

Off they went, one by one following each other down the dirt road path with their headlights strapped to their foreheads. I have this light too, but I prefer to be a rebel and leave it alone at times.

 

My amazing friend Juan-the real bartender!

                                    

                                     

        

          Pouring Drinks for Laughter

     I accept Smiles and more Smiles

                  I DO NOT drink!!!

                                   

                     

                              Super cool Eli!