Tuesday:
Spanish Level: Still bad. Today at the bus station, I asked a lady where the bus to Manuel Antonio was (or I think that is what I asked) we waited for 30 minutes and when that bus arrived it was not the one for Manuel Antonio. ?? One of my class mates asked someone else, and we finally got on the correct bus. sheesh…
When I got up this morning my family asked me what time I was leaving for the beach. They seemed pretty surprised when I said I was not going to the beach today because I needed to study. My host father was happy I wanted to learn and he worked with me for a few hours on answering some simple questions people might ask like: When did you get to Costa Rica? How long will you be here? What did you do last night? How are you? etc… This was great practice as he doesn’t speak English and it was conversation I could actually use because a lot of people are asking me these things.
My house has no hot water, they don’t have a hot water heater. Dad, this is a great way to keep people from taking long showers, just get rid of the hot water heater at the house. My classmates say they don’t have hot water either so I guess it’s pretty common. Yesterday I just thought I didn’t know how to work the “hot” in the shower.
When I got home after school my host mother told me there had been a drug related shooting in our neighborhood, Boca Vieja. Columbians had driven into town and shot two men point blank over some cocaine incident and left town. Columbians are the drug lords here too. The shooting was just outside a store Wilbert took me by the night before. My family was very upset over it. Boca Vieja is about 5 city blocks square, a very small area and everyone knows most everyone.
After dinner, pico de gallo, my classmates, Gary, Steven and Jeff wanted to go out for a walk around (we planned this before we knew about the shooting). Carmen said it was safe. We met at Carmen’s brother’s store it is the happening place to be in the evenings. It is well lit and there are pay phones there so folks sort of mill around. Come to find out, 5 of the students from Escula D’Amore are staying within 2 blocks of me, one is right next door. We stopped by each others houses and met the moms and dads and walked to a bar at the end of the street. The only thing that is COLD here besides the showers… is the beer, and it is ICE COLD!!!
This is the first night it has not rained… The night sky is so dark here you can really see all the stars brightly. And the clouds in the sky are sort of outlined by the light of the moon, looks like one of those paintings on black velvet. I can’t wait to see the light of a big full moon reflecting off the water.
Spanish Level: Still bad. Today at the bus station, I asked a lady where the bus to Manuel Antonio was (or I think that is what I asked) we waited for 30 minutes and when that bus arrived it was not the one for Manuel Antonio. ?? One of my class mates asked someone else, and we finally got on the correct bus. sheesh…
When I got up this morning my family asked me what time I was leaving for the beach. They seemed pretty surprised when I said I was not going to the beach today because I needed to study. My host father was happy I wanted to learn and he worked with me for a few hours on answering some simple questions people might ask like: When did you get to Costa Rica? How long will you be here? What did you do last night? How are you? etc… This was great practice as he doesn’t speak English and it was conversation I could actually use because a lot of people are asking me these things.
My house has no hot water, they don’t have a hot water heater. Dad, this is a great way to keep people from taking long showers, just get rid of the hot water heater at the house. My classmates say they don’t have hot water either so I guess it’s pretty common. Yesterday I just thought I didn’t know how to work the “hot” in the shower.
When I got home after school my host mother told me there had been a drug related shooting in our neighborhood, Boca Vieja. Columbians had driven into town and shot two men point blank over some cocaine incident and left town. Columbians are the drug lords here too. The shooting was just outside a store Wilbert took me by the night before. My family was very upset over it. Boca Vieja is about 5 city blocks square, a very small area and everyone knows most everyone.
After dinner, pico de gallo, my classmates, Gary, Steven and Jeff wanted to go out for a walk around (we planned this before we knew about the shooting). Carmen said it was safe. We met at Carmen’s brother’s store it is the happening place to be in the evenings. It is well lit and there are pay phones there so folks sort of mill around. Come to find out, 5 of the students from Escula D’Amore are staying within 2 blocks of me, one is right next door. We stopped by each others houses and met the moms and dads and walked to a bar at the end of the street. The only thing that is COLD here besides the showers… is the beer, and it is ICE COLD!!!
This is the first night it has not rained… The night sky is so dark here you can really see all the stars brightly. And the clouds in the sky are sort of outlined by the light of the moon, looks like one of those paintings on black velvet. I can’t wait to see the light of a big full moon reflecting off the water.
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