Eaten alive

We had a great day yesterday. It was a holiday here. No surprise there is a holiday almost every other week here. So we had toast at breakfast in the cafeteria and I hemmed a pair of my pants, we had a nice fish soup that I made for lunch and after Jose finished his siesta we went for a nice long bike ride. We went to visit a longtime friend of his in the country. It was a pleasant visit until it came time to go home. The sun started to set and the mosquitos came out in mass force. It was a long ride home and some of it uphill. Every time I would stop to push the bike up a hill I would be attacked. My only peace was when I was riding fast enough to keep them off my body. The harder I rode the more I sweat and then when I would have to stop they would be all over me. Was I glad to be home. I have about 15 bites on me now on my wrist, hands, neck and face. Two on my wrist swelled to a spot about 10cm in diameter. This morning Jose took me to the pharmacy to get some Gel to put on it. Yikes, I don't think I have ever reacted so badly to mosquito bites like that before.