Crystal Learns Spanish

When life gives you lemons... make lemonade. When work gives you the ultimatum... go to Costa Rica to learn Spanish! My mom says my life "is a do-over". Im not so sure about that. But the opportunity has come in my mid 30's to do something I’ve dreamt of for years; travel abroad and learn the Spanish language. This blog is for my friends and family to enjoy the tales of my experience.

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Vivacious, honest, outgoing gal. Currently between jobs. Traveling abroad under the guise of learning Spanish. (just kidding dad)

Friday, September 01, 2006

Friday:
Spanish Level: I forget…

TGIF! On my way to school this morning the neighbor across the street from us was in her yard. She stopped me and asked me if I knew Nancy. I have no idea how she figured this out but it is true apparently Aunt Nancy lived with her (just across the street from me) when she was here. My host mom, Carmen, remembers Nancy too.

On the way home my classmate Stephen took me by Banco Bar. The owners there are from TN and AL. They have been in Costa Rica for 2 weeks. They are trying to get the college games on TV in their sports bar. Their whole family came down and bought the bar with their inheritance. Quepos is a big sport fishing town so they have been coming here for a few years. Maybe next weekend I’ll have a place I can go watch a little football. WAR EAGLE!!

Today is the day Isabel, our neighbor, is moving back to San Jose. Carmen and Wilbert rent a small house next door to her and her husband and I think her son. They have been living there a month and today is their last day in Quepos. When I got home they were packing up. Carmen and Wilbert were helping them as much as possible. Every day Carmen sits in the window sill facing Isabel’s house and talks to her a lot. Isabel is very nice and Carmen is sad she is leaving. Isabel’s husband gave Wilbert some tongue and grove wooden planks and Wilbert is VERY happy about getting them. He can use them for his floor on the second level of his house (which is open to the 20ft ceiling right now). Wilbert fussed over these planks all night. Once Isabel left, Wilbert rearranged them again to keep the rain from damaging them. He reminded me of Daddy Phil and a batch of jelly. Everyone was very busy so I didn’t get to practice much Spanish.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Spanish level:

YOU FORGET?... YOU FORGET?...

HOLEY FREHOLES!!!

6:59 PM  

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