In Addition, The Strangest Thing Happened

NOTE: I WAS SHOT TODAY BY AN UNKNOWN ASSAILANT
We were waiting, hanging out in the park at Larsen's relatives place, and I was napping in the sun. I had my book covering my eyes, and then all of a sudden I was brought out of slumber with a jab of pain. Instantaneously I heard this noise, like “joont”. Like a shot, but not a gun shot. Not sure what. Oh the pain at first! But what was it that hit me? Where did it go? I was so confused in the following seconds, and then Rahel asked what the noise was. She was kind of alarmed too, just cause the noise was so fast and strange. I told her I was in pain, and this 2 inch-long, one cilimeter welt appeared on my shoulder. I am so glad she heard it, otherwise I would think I was crossing the line from good crazy to bad crazy. We looked up to the condos, where someone could have shot something. We couldn't see anyone, but judging by the angle, that is where a shot would come from. But what was it? I don't know anything about bee bee guns. I don't know anything about potato guns. A slingshot? I will never know. Either way, this event was very disturbing, but much less so since Rahel heard the shot too.
Today, the mechanic fixed the camper.... not a big problem. I had this really nice kiwi-pear juice. I may be in love. We are now camping in this luxury camping place. With a bar, restaurant, a pool, good store,etc. I went in the pool today, read more of I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell,(my new favorite book besides Confederacy of Dunces), and I got to watch these adorable babies hang with their parents from Greenland. I really don't know what I am going to do when hell freezes over and I decide I want to spawn. Get cats, perhaps. Or tell my sister her biological clock is ticking and she better get on it. Yes, that may work. Tomorrow the metro workers go on strike, so we are going to catch a campground shuttle to Rome at 7am. I am not drinking tonight so I can actually do as I said in the previous sentence. Oh boy, I used to drink everyday. Not no more. My Swiss friends cooked an amazing dinner- salad with this good dressing Rahel made, pork chops with good something, spaghetti, and huge blocks of marinated goat cheese grilled in tinfoil. Woohoo! Will you guys still like me if I return to the U.S. chunk full of cheese? Maybe my hugs would get better. I am exhausted. I wish the store was open so I could get something chocolately. On the rag, wanting chocolate. And I like pink, clothes, flowers, and Beverly Hills 90210. I tell myself I would make a good man, but really....not so much I suppose.
P.S. I just asked my friends if they knew whether the bar sold candy or not (the store is closed). And...wouldn't you know- they have chocolate! Chocolate pralines and fancy little gold-labeled chocolate sticks in different flavors like hazelnut, coffee, etc. So, it's confirmed... the Swiss are superior.