After a night of real Costa Rican Night Life that involved Pirates, dancing, and getting lost on our taxi ride home, the morning came rather soon. No sluggish morning was going to ruin my first adventure. I arrived at the meeting place and made my way to the man standing by a bus. Let me say: assumption is the mother of all screw-ups. I assumed this man was my bus driver. I assumed he understood my ridiculous spanglish. I assumed that was our bus. Let me also just say that I was wrong in all three of my assumptions.
After mothering all my screw-ups, an entire bus full of my new friends wayfared our way up and down the tropic mountains to a beautiful destination, Jaco. Before the destination, was a bit of an adventure in itself. Our bus driver stopped us at a bridge. He convinced us all to get out in the tropical thunderstorm, walk across, and look down. Don't ask me why we trusted him to do this, but I am sure glad we did.Looking down from the bridge was a huge herd, colony, flock of crocodiles. Not just any crocodiles, twin-bed-width sized crocodiles. They were just chilling in the mud over 15 feel long.
Jaco beach was beautiful and very busy with sunblock busseling gringos. It had minimal tide pools to poke and prod at, but glorious waves to frolic within. I am certain that our entire group returned to our adolescent years as we jumped, leaped, and sloshed in the ocean for hours. We chased crabs, squished anemones (or an.en.o.ma says Kenny), and drank our weight in smoothies. The taco bar we visited for breakfast had swings in substitute for bar stools. Needless to say, my day was made my a multitude of reasons, this being one of the most influential.
Sunburnt and happy, we made our way home. Our long way home. Traffic took us down a highway of dark fate. Our trip home was more like a Michelin Tire commercial. We dodged cars, trees, mudslides, dogs, and Ticos in the rain and lightning. All that was missing was the evolving snow and volcano!
August 22. First day of Class
Today was not very eventful. Good, but nothing compared to the previous day. Classes began early, paid much to much for my books that I cannot even read, went shopping for a plant pot, got mediocre ice cream at McDonald's, dehydration, oh and got lost for over 2 hours.
Good news was I had a splendid nap and amazing food. I love my mama-tica's cooking. She is adorable. She has food for me every time I return to the house. It's like she is hunger psychic. She also wears high heals and dress up clothes around the house as she cooks and cleans. She is the source of all my male-folk "women jokes".
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