We arrived at the airport to leave. I stood there reminiscing about all the fun I had on this trip. One of my absolute favorite trips. Plus, this airport was nice, it even had air conditioning. The airport was going to be another thing to add to my list of awesome things about Costa Rica. I felt comfortable and super relaxed as I smiled at the memories of two relaxing weeks.
I felt something crawling on my leg, but I brushed it off. I thought it was probably a fly, maybe a mosquito. I continued to fill out my paperwork for customs while admiring the airport. Then I felt it. There was something crawling up my shorts and it was bigger than a fly or mosquito.
I panic, of course. It’s me, I panic about everything. So, there I am. I’m in the airport screaming and slapping my own bottom. Then the pain hits. I’m clenching my butt with my hand and yelling “OH MY GOD I AM BEING STUNG”.
Of course I’m simultaneously showing the entire airport all my goodies. People are speaking to me in Spanish and laughing. Wish i could’ve laughed too but my Spanish isn’t strong enough and my ass was on fire. I simply couldn’t unclench my butt long enough to find anything even a little bit funny.
My butt starts swelling significantly. We cannot get a clear answer from anyone on what stung me because our Spanish was useless in Costa Rica.
I rubbed some random cream on my butt in front of the whole world and then I boarded the plane to the USA.
My life has just never been dull. Blaire 👒