Ok, so here is the story...
Back in February Bill went down to Port St Lucie Florida to hang out with his beloved Mets during their first week of Spring Training. As many of you know Bill does not like to fly and is not well-versed at an airport. Bill hopped on a plane that he thought was going to Florida, but the plane took him straight to La Paz El Atlo International Airport in Bolivia. Not able to get a flight back because of the lack of passport Bill was stuck at the mercy of Bolivians. Using his sparse knowledge of Spanish Bill got himself, of all places, in a restaurant aptly named Chez Moustache
(http://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g294072-d3953053-Reviews-Chez_Moustache-La_Paz_La_Paz_Department.html).
At Chez Moustache he was offered room and board as long as he would cook daily fairings of Lasagna, Calamari and Canolli. Bill jumped at the opportunity.
Several weeks into his stay Bill accidentally took the wrong train to work and ended up on the Bolivian seaside in the village of Bolivian Pygmys.
Bill was hailed by the short-offerings of Bolivians as "Chiva Grasa", or Fat Goatee.
BIll's luck finally broke when he ended up at a baseball game in Bolivia between Cuba and Chile....this is Bill in catchers gear:
On Monday April 1st Bill will be doing triple duty as he will be singing the Bolivian National Anthem, cooking the food to be sold at the concessions and the starting catcher for the Cochabama Che Guevara's.
