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)

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Saturday:
Spanish Level: I met a girl from Manuel Antonio on the Mangrove tour Kelly and I took today. Her name is Dylan and I was able to talk to her in Spanish enough for her to understand and I understood most of what she said too. I think I’m making progress… still a long way to go (I didn’t understand our bi-lingual guide) but I can function and can even chat a little about things besides beer and the location of the bathrooms or the bank.

The family had taken Kimba to the vet first thing in the morning so by the time I got up he was already there and they were already back. The doctor said he will need to x-ray him and examine him and he will call when he knows more but I thought the fact that the dog lived through the night was a good sign.

Kelly from school and I took a tour of the Mangroves on Damas Island near by. The tour is timed with the high tide because if there is no tide, the boat dosent have water to manuver in. We had a VERY knowledgable bi-lingual guide. She was originally from Switzerland but has been living here for 8 years due to her sons alergies. He had been sickly 8 years but here he is not affected so they moved here and has become very strong and healthy. She knew the Ocoee river in GA and had worked there for a summer. Her 18 yr old daugher is an exchange student in New Zeland. There was a couple from Holland and a couple from California but the husband was originally from England and has lived in Venezuela a while, a local girl (which I was surprised to see) and us.

The tour was very informative of the history of Quepos and the area as well as getting to see some monkeys pretty close, a rainbow boa, lots of birds, crabs, a pigmie ant eater, and some bats but no crocodiles. Our guide also explained the 4 types of mangrove trees to us, how and why they grow here and about the waters and tides. It was all very interesting. She told us all about the United Fruit Company who originally develped this area of Costa Rica for bananas, about the mystery spheres of Costa Rica they found, about how they built houses designed for the heat with an imported wood that would keep out termites, about the palm oil plantations, and about the changes el nino had on the lay of the island. She told Kelly and I at the end of the tour that if we needed anything to come by and see her, that she knew sometimes it is hard if you need something and cant speak the language. She was really nice and the tour was very good.

When I got home my family was drinking coffe on the front porch. I had a long conversation with them about the tour and about where Im going to school next month. I was amazed now at how much we can communicate now that I know more words. I still stay things in the wrong “person” sometimes like ‘I we went’ or something like that but I correct myself more often now and we can really talk.

Kimba is going to be fine but needs an operation. He has nothing broken but his ball and socket joint in his hip...well the ball is completed “out” of the socket. The x-ray looked like a biology book. Here is the ball, and here is the socket, and they go together to form the hip joint, but in Kimbas hip they are no longer together. He has to stay at the vet for 22 days.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well now - I don't know which I enjoyed more the Blog or Andy's comments.

Crystal, I am glad you are brave enough to move to another city. You are terriffic! I am proud of you.
Love
CC

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