....I am visiting my boyfriend's parents in Mexico. I was enjoying a nice stroll along a mountain path, when I came around a bend and.much to my surprise, was confronted with three banditos who appeared to have stepped out of the late 1800s.
"Holy guacamole!" I bellowed, as I looked down one, two, three lethal-looking pistol barrels.
The three looked puzzled at my exclamation. I took this momentary pause to do a swan dive off the precipice, heading in what felt like slow motion, to the deep meandering river below.
I flashed on a scene from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, "Oh shi-i-i...!" I rememberd that I couldn't swim and I wondered if I would survive this situation. As I hit the water I remembered my Navy training and took a deep breath and managed to keep my eyes opened so that when I came up out of the water I would be oriented and better prepared to do what I had to do next.
After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, my head burst from the surface of the water. I gasped desperately for air and managed to inhale some of the water into my nose, causing me to choke a little bit.