Day 2 and beyond

Friday morning (August 19) began with slaughter. I decided I had had enough of the darn ants eating my mamon chino (for further reference of what a mamon chino see previous blog). They make small moving designs on my breakfast table and quite frankly they were interesting- but not that interesting. So, I began to shmoosh them with a mickey mouse paper towel until Olga come out with my breakfast, saw me, and screamed "AMIGAS!"

Amigas means friends in Spanish in case you were wondering. So I completely wiped out her colony of homies. I apologized and then she laughed. Then she said "hamigas" which means ants I dictionaried. Harmigas sounds a lot like amigas don't you think? So I laughed because I thought I miss understood Olga. I began the slaughter once again. Let's just say I was right to think Olga said amigas the first time.... enough said. Apology barely accepted.

Most of the day was spent inside because of the rain. Rain, however, is an understatement. An accurate statement would be: I could have white water rafted down to San Jose using my sidewalk! Yeeehaaaa!

Molly and I spent the day going through vocabulary words in Spanish, making origami paper cranes, witnessing her mamatica in her undies, and don't forget our second shower going through the university campus in the spontaneous weather.

Saturday (August 20) was orientation. English..... sigh.
We went through rules, regulations, and were fed. Informational but uneventful. But don't you worry, it gets better. I successfully coordinated a 22 persons adventure to Jaco. Jaco is a beautiful beach on the Pacific side of Costa Rica. I hired a private bus driver through the university to take us there and back. So tomorrow will be full of paradise and sunburns to be. Oh, and I was a momentary photographer for seven gypsy women in belly dancing attire. OHHH! and they were all 50 years and olders! giggles.

 My night was made with a few skype calls and dinner. I burned as many calories as I consumed laughing as hard as I did. I am going out tonight for dinner with friends. My papa-tico gave me directions on a note card to hand to the taxi driver. I believe they included my address, the address for the the restaurant, and a threat. He also tried to give me the hunting knife I have him back for the evening. The rest of the conversation was spent with impressions of what I would do with a knife, pistol, and eventually a rifle in a bar for intimidation factors. My papa-tico could easily be the next James Bond 18 - Latino Style.

Well, off to intimidate some poor barman. Hasta Luego!