Monday:
Spanish Level: I can understand a lot more than I can speak. It’s frustrating not to be able to say something you want to say, simple stuff like: Can I help you? or Where does this pot go? I did do my homework early but I must admit it was more to get away from the incessant din of Marybell’s chatter.
This morning our house was more like Carmen’s bed and breakfast. Ivana, the cousin, came by for coffee early with Carmen; Maria Fernanda had breakfast with me, then Wilbert and Stephanie. US Sept 11 ceremonies were on the news. At school, two new students arrived, Kelly and Pearson. Kelly is from Washington (state) she starts college this year and is going to be here for 6 weeks. Pearson is from San Francisco; he has already been at a school in San Jose for two weeks and is going to Venezuela and Argentina on a 3 month trip/class. I took them to the beach after school and after about 15 minutes there it started to rain. We went back to Quepos and I showed them where a few things are in town.
When I got home, no one was home. This is very unusual. I went next door to ask Maria Fernanda “¿Donde está mi familia?” They were all at the grocery store; it’s a family event when they shop so they can help get the stuff home. Dinner at my house is always ready at 6:30, so when they were not home by 6:15 it was very odd. They got home from the store about 6:45, apologized to me that dinner was not ready and then asked if Id like to go out to eat for pizza. Wilbert, Carmen, Stepanie, the neighbors Marybell and Maria Fernanda and I all went out for dinner. The family going out is a treat here, its not normal. We were going to walk but there was so much rain we decided to call a cab. At dinner Marybell talked so much it was amazing she could eat. Carmen made a comment about a man at the bar with a cowboy hat on, she said he left his horse on the street.
We walked home, on the way we stopped at another little store for an ice cream. Marybell told me about her visit to the US to the Hershey museum (which I went to with Aunt Theresa) and that she has one brother and one daughter living in PA and that Mary Fernanda has a visa good for 10 years in the US as soon as she finishes these tests to complete high school. Apparently it is very difficult for Costa Ricans to attain a visa to visit the US, so for her family to have 4 is pretty impressive. As Americans we just jump on a plane with our passport (depending where we’re headed maybe get a few shots first) and Adios! Before 9-11 we didn’t even have to have a passport to go some places, just an ID and birth certificate. It is interesting to see first hand how the ‘pecking order’ among countries affects travel between them. It’s just so easy for us. I planned my trip and was on a plane to come here in less than 2 weeks. My teacher has been waiting for 8 months for a visa to visit the US.
Spanish Level: I can understand a lot more than I can speak. It’s frustrating not to be able to say something you want to say, simple stuff like: Can I help you? or Where does this pot go? I did do my homework early but I must admit it was more to get away from the incessant din of Marybell’s chatter.
This morning our house was more like Carmen’s bed and breakfast. Ivana, the cousin, came by for coffee early with Carmen; Maria Fernanda had breakfast with me, then Wilbert and Stephanie. US Sept 11 ceremonies were on the news. At school, two new students arrived, Kelly and Pearson. Kelly is from Washington (state) she starts college this year and is going to be here for 6 weeks. Pearson is from San Francisco; he has already been at a school in San Jose for two weeks and is going to Venezuela and Argentina on a 3 month trip/class. I took them to the beach after school and after about 15 minutes there it started to rain. We went back to Quepos and I showed them where a few things are in town.
When I got home, no one was home. This is very unusual. I went next door to ask Maria Fernanda “¿Donde está mi familia?” They were all at the grocery store; it’s a family event when they shop so they can help get the stuff home. Dinner at my house is always ready at 6:30, so when they were not home by 6:15 it was very odd. They got home from the store about 6:45, apologized to me that dinner was not ready and then asked if Id like to go out to eat for pizza. Wilbert, Carmen, Stepanie, the neighbors Marybell and Maria Fernanda and I all went out for dinner. The family going out is a treat here, its not normal. We were going to walk but there was so much rain we decided to call a cab. At dinner Marybell talked so much it was amazing she could eat. Carmen made a comment about a man at the bar with a cowboy hat on, she said he left his horse on the street.
We walked home, on the way we stopped at another little store for an ice cream. Marybell told me about her visit to the US to the Hershey museum (which I went to with Aunt Theresa) and that she has one brother and one daughter living in PA and that Mary Fernanda has a visa good for 10 years in the US as soon as she finishes these tests to complete high school. Apparently it is very difficult for Costa Ricans to attain a visa to visit the US, so for her family to have 4 is pretty impressive. As Americans we just jump on a plane with our passport (depending where we’re headed maybe get a few shots first) and Adios! Before 9-11 we didn’t even have to have a passport to go some places, just an ID and birth certificate. It is interesting to see first hand how the ‘pecking order’ among countries affects travel between them. It’s just so easy for us. I planned my trip and was on a plane to come here in less than 2 weeks. My teacher has been waiting for 8 months for a visa to visit the US.
posted by GA_Peach | 7:15 PM
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It took Mike and I several months to get a Visa to go to Russia
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