Lest you forget that we do live in the tropics, let me give you the mosquito bite count from a 2 hour capoeira practice on Saturday.  Inside…with windows open.

Right leg:  99 bites.  Left leg:  126 bites.  At least, that’s where I stopped counting.

I found it interesting that they seemed to gravitate towards only a few of us and left the others completely alone.  Obviously, they took a liking to me.  They also devoured the new girl to our group, a Finnish girl named Emma who has a similar complexion to mine.  Mahalia, who is a Panamanian dark skinned black woman, was also a favorite.  They didn’t seem to care at all about Lourdes or Mono, both brown skinned Panamanians, or about Kike (again, it’s pronounced Key-kay in Spanish, folks), a light brown skinned Venezolano.  No idea what the deal is there.

Mono was so sweet.  While we did our sit-ups, he used a tumbling mattress to fan us all, providing temporary relief from both the suffocating heat and the mosquitos.  Then again, maybe he just didn’t want to do sit-ups.  🙂