Sunday:
Spanish Level: Getting lost had an amazing impact on my Spanish. I am infinitely better than I was yesterday but still terrible.
After a great breakfast included with my hotel, the bus picked me up and headed for Quepos. Wonder how you say “oooughh the luggage” in Spanish? The bus trip was absolutely beautiful over the mountains south of San Jose and down to the beach front. Everything is so green here it reminds me of rainforest areas of Hawaii. The view from the mountains was very beautiful.
On the 4 hour bus ride I met another girl traveling alone just out of law school who planned her trip on Craig’s list and was here working as an intern amazing. I also met a man who was in the hotel consulting business and now lives in northern Costa Rica. He drove his motorcycle down from Chicago on a 5 month trip (stopping in Guatemala for Spanish school) also amazing. There are a lot of tourists.
My hotel in Quepos was GREAT too but the temperature is a balmy 90, much hotter than San Jose. I took a public bus 10 minutes into the town of Quepos to get a feel for where I will be the next 4 weeks (this is when I got lost). I was feeling awkward and pretty stupid, thus the first stop the bus made … I got off. I had no real idea where I was, all I had with me was a map that is much like an amusement park map with attractions and a few streets on it. I walked down the street to an open air restaurant (there are a lot of these here but this one seemed very clean and nice). I stopped to get some lunch and directions. No one spoke English… I managed to mutter through some Spanish and with the help of three 3 ‘ticos’ (locals) helping me. One told me go 300 meters and gestured ‘turn left’ 100 meters (damn!! the metric system… I have no conceptual idea how far 300 meters is, but I started walking like I did and I got un-lost.
Spanish Level: Getting lost had an amazing impact on my Spanish. I am infinitely better than I was yesterday but still terrible.
After a great breakfast included with my hotel, the bus picked me up and headed for Quepos. Wonder how you say “oooughh the luggage” in Spanish? The bus trip was absolutely beautiful over the mountains south of San Jose and down to the beach front. Everything is so green here it reminds me of rainforest areas of Hawaii. The view from the mountains was very beautiful.
On the 4 hour bus ride I met another girl traveling alone just out of law school who planned her trip on Craig’s list and was here working as an intern amazing. I also met a man who was in the hotel consulting business and now lives in northern Costa Rica. He drove his motorcycle down from Chicago on a 5 month trip (stopping in Guatemala for Spanish school) also amazing. There are a lot of tourists.
My hotel in Quepos was GREAT too but the temperature is a balmy 90, much hotter than San Jose. I took a public bus 10 minutes into the town of Quepos to get a feel for where I will be the next 4 weeks (this is when I got lost). I was feeling awkward and pretty stupid, thus the first stop the bus made … I got off. I had no real idea where I was, all I had with me was a map that is much like an amusement park map with attractions and a few streets on it. I walked down the street to an open air restaurant (there are a lot of these here but this one seemed very clean and nice). I stopped to get some lunch and directions. No one spoke English… I managed to mutter through some Spanish and with the help of three 3 ‘ticos’ (locals) helping me. One told me go 300 meters and gestured ‘turn left’ 100 meters (damn!! the metric system… I have no conceptual idea how far 300 meters is, but I started walking like I did and I got un-lost.
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