Saturday:

Spanish Level: After asking 3 people and being corrected by my taxi cab driver I still can not pronounce the name of my hotel correctly. Hotel Anarjuez good thing I came here for the lessons.

Smile of the Day: In line at immigration I got my first smile of the trip, thinking I’m ACTUALLY here and soon I’ll be able to talk to Hugh (the interpreter for Candlewood whom I have a crush on) in Spanish.

After a somewhat grueling and stressful send off from Atlanta and a 4 hour flight with Lita Ford singing “do you know the way to San Jose” in my head, I arrived in San Jose, Costa Rica. Everyone I have encountered so far speaks English as well as I do so I have not practiced much, of which I am glad because San Jose is a bit intimidating. Most of the buildings are built touching one another and are all enclosed by iron fencing or chain link fence topped off with looped razor wire like you see on top of prison fences. I expected it to be more like NYC, but the streets look more like Techwood before the Olympics for you Atlantans or like Harlem (when we took the wrong bus in NY Ange).

My hotel was GREAT inside however. And the temperature in San Jose was a very nice 75 degrees. I stayed in my room too long on the Vonage phone and missed the hotel dinner so I had to walk to the corner for some food. The store was run by an Asian person thus I had Chinese food my first night in Costa Rica (ironic).

p.s. dad ALL the restaurants here have a chili pepper on the sign.