June 3rd, 2008



I am getting eaten alive by mosquitoes this trip. I think it's because I'm in a very old hotel which has neither air conditioning nor screened windows. That plus all the canals. I have a few bites on my face, which pretty much sucks. I'm starting to look like I have the chicken pox! (but I don't.)

I'm terrible at not-scratching. The thing is: scratching an itch is just so satisfying. Then once I start, it itches more, so I scratch more, and it snowballs from there. The story ends with blood and tears. Well, not usually tears.

I'm trying to at least keep from scratching my face. Bad enough having red dots of my face, let alone bloody red bumps. Eeeew, I know. I've been doing pretty well so far. I haven't scratched the top off of any bite on my face, and I've kept from doing too much damage on the rest of me.

What a bother. I wonder what the Flemmish word for bug spray is?