Saturday:
Spanish Level: I had a nice talk with Carmen’s family while we were at dinner. I must have said something good because they invited me to stay with them when I go to San Jose or at least to visit. HOW NICE!!!
Every Saturday morning on the edge of Quepos, vendors block off part of the street and turn it into a fresh fruit and vegetable market. Carmen likes to go here every week to get her vegetables and fruit. It is probably cheaper here than buying them at the grocery store during the week; either that or they are “fresher” if that is even possible. Her family wanted to go to the beach and I know if it had not been a necessary part of the meal planning for the week we would have skipped the market. So about 7:15am Carmen, Wilbert and I set out for the market. You shop first and then as you walk back through you buy so it’s on the way home. It was quite cute because Carmen picked out what she wanted, Wilbert would pay for it and between the three of us we would carry it. We called Maurico, the dance instructor/nephew, to come pick us up when we were done.
When we got home the entire crew headed for the beach. The beach we went to is on an island next to Boca Vieja. We got some snacks at Guiermo’s store (my tico uncle) took some little taxi boats over to the island and walked to the beach. The sand on this beach is the color of coffee with milk. When you walk on it, it is HOT! There are no cars on the island and there are no trees or buildings on the beach, except for a few surfers it is really a local’s only beach. Since there were no trees on the beach Wilbert and Maurico had the task of building a shade tent. They used a sheet and some limbs that were lying behind the dunes, it was pretty funny but functional. We walked down the beach, swam and hit a volley ball around and had some snacks. Carmen got out a can and I thought was sardines. For all I know it may have been but when she opened the can it had garbanzo beans on top in some sort of sauce and on bottom it looked like tuna fish. She put some of that on a plate with some refried beans for me and I ate it with chips and it was pretty good. I have never seen anything like it before.
Carmen and her niece, Marielos, painted a picture in about three hours time. I sat at the table and studied while they painted and whenever I would look up another part of the picture would be done. One minute there would be a gray mountain and the next it would be covered with trees and have little houses all over it.
For dinner we all went out to dinner at Wilbert’s brother’s restaurant (the one we walked to yesterday) Juibert’s but this time we took taxis. The seafood here is known for being great. Our meal was good, prepared by Juibert himself. The restaurant was so busy after our dinner that Carmen ended up helping Juibert out with some tables while we got eaten up by mosquitoes but on the way home we stopped for ice cream so… pura vida!
Spanish Level: I had a nice talk with Carmen’s family while we were at dinner. I must have said something good because they invited me to stay with them when I go to San Jose or at least to visit. HOW NICE!!!
Every Saturday morning on the edge of Quepos, vendors block off part of the street and turn it into a fresh fruit and vegetable market. Carmen likes to go here every week to get her vegetables and fruit. It is probably cheaper here than buying them at the grocery store during the week; either that or they are “fresher” if that is even possible. Her family wanted to go to the beach and I know if it had not been a necessary part of the meal planning for the week we would have skipped the market. So about 7:15am Carmen, Wilbert and I set out for the market. You shop first and then as you walk back through you buy so it’s on the way home. It was quite cute because Carmen picked out what she wanted, Wilbert would pay for it and between the three of us we would carry it. We called Maurico, the dance instructor/nephew, to come pick us up when we were done.
When we got home the entire crew headed for the beach. The beach we went to is on an island next to Boca Vieja. We got some snacks at Guiermo’s store (my tico uncle) took some little taxi boats over to the island and walked to the beach. The sand on this beach is the color of coffee with milk. When you walk on it, it is HOT! There are no cars on the island and there are no trees or buildings on the beach, except for a few surfers it is really a local’s only beach. Since there were no trees on the beach Wilbert and Maurico had the task of building a shade tent. They used a sheet and some limbs that were lying behind the dunes, it was pretty funny but functional. We walked down the beach, swam and hit a volley ball around and had some snacks. Carmen got out a can and I thought was sardines. For all I know it may have been but when she opened the can it had garbanzo beans on top in some sort of sauce and on bottom it looked like tuna fish. She put some of that on a plate with some refried beans for me and I ate it with chips and it was pretty good. I have never seen anything like it before.
Carmen and her niece, Marielos, painted a picture in about three hours time. I sat at the table and studied while they painted and whenever I would look up another part of the picture would be done. One minute there would be a gray mountain and the next it would be covered with trees and have little houses all over it.
For dinner we all went out to dinner at Wilbert’s brother’s restaurant (the one we walked to yesterday) Juibert’s but this time we took taxis. The seafood here is known for being great. Our meal was good, prepared by Juibert himself. The restaurant was so busy after our dinner that Carmen ended up helping Juibert out with some tables while we got eaten up by mosquitoes but on the way home we stopped for ice cream so… pura vida!
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