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I have so much to blog about from today’s adventures that I think I’m going to have to break it up into multiple posts.  I’ll just spread it out over several days.

Today we went on a half-a-day tour of the countryside.  It was amazing.  But really, the tour guide was the best part.  I developed somewhat of a crush on her.  First of all, she was hot.  And it wasn’t just the accent, although that helped.  She was all sporty and cute and well…hot.  So we’re driving all over the place in her off-roading vehicle (whatever it was) and she’s telling all these local legends and describing the sites we’re seeing…and she knows *everything*.  Okay, so I know it’s her job, as a tour guide, to know everything (or at least a lot), but I find that attractive and it made the crushing feelings worse. 

So what do I do?  I follow her around (maybe a little more than is expected from someone on a tour).  I make sure I ask her relevant questions.  Whenever she asks if anyone wants to walk the “more strenuous” part of the hike, I chime in and say “I do” even though I’m tired and still jetlagged.  Whatever gets me more one-on-one time with the hot tour guide. The tour ends and she hugs us all goodbye and, as they tend to do in parts of Europe, kisses us on the cheeks.  *sigh*  I’ll never see her again.  But I’ll always remember her as my first international crush. 

After the tour and some much needed downtime, we took a bus to some hot springs about an hour from the city.  This trip is starting to make me hate all forms of public transportation, be it flying or riding a bus.  We get on the bus and there’s this huge bee.  Seriously, this bee was like the size of a quarter.  The bus driver wasn’t on the bus yet, so I waited outside.  I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that thing get me.  Needless to say, as other passengers start arriving I get on the damn bus, bee or no bee.  But then it starts flying around and freaking everyone out.  (I swear I wasn’t the only one…did I mention the size of the bee?  It was huge.) 

So the ticket guy gets on the bus and we explain that there’s a bee in the window behind the curtain.  He very politely says that he will take care of it.  Lo and behold…no bee behind the curtain.  He calls out for the bee.  “Hello bee…I’m not going to hurt you bee…I just want to let you outside bee…”  The bee ignores his calls and stays hidden wherever it is that he/she has hidden.  There’s nothing that can be done and we must ride the next hour with the bee somewhere on the bus.  It never made an appearance, but I kept my eye out for the next hour…just in case.

To be continued…