September 19: Monday.... Monday. Humph. I am not a fan of Mondays.
Somewhere among the abyss of never ending study session, I recieved poor news. This weekend we had a date set with a tico friend that fell through. We were suppose to travel to his cabin in Limon for some hiking and possibly horseback riding. A had a small fit where I rampaged through my room in self pity. However, I know better than to think this would affect my limp disappointment. So.... I painted a masterpiece weekend in my dark secluded room instead.
My masterpiece still includes the providence of Limon; however there are a few new exciting activities. Okay, hold on to your seats, because if you get as excited as I am than you might throw your arms up and do a little dance that looks like the YMCA's retarded cousin. Molly, Natalie, Jade, possibly Spencer, and I will be going to Puerto Viejo and Manzanillo for Costa Rica's finest snorkeling! We are staying in a hostel that offers glorified hammocks to rest our little sunburnt heads.
September 20: More studying.
Today there was such a whopping huge storm that it flooded huge rocks into the streets. I could have turned my street into a ghetto version of a Boise River and floated all the way down! Thankfully the rain ceased right as I headed to my cuisine class. (trumpet solo with my lips)
In my cuisine class Kelsey and I made our own noodles, braided bread, marinara, and pesto sauce. I felt so accomplish after mixing, rolling, and cutting my own noodles. Packaged noods will never give me full satisfaction again. I quite possibly consumed enough carbs to sustain a marathon along with three cloves of garlic that will seep through my pores for days to come.
After blowing my diet completely, I decided to give into my one sweet tooth vice. I mozzied down to Macy Macy Don Don's for the worlds best ice cream in a waffle cone! McDonalds in Costa Rica is a high class treat for the middle class family. There are clean tables, decorations, and smiling employees. Who knew!?
Another great addition to my day, I was over at Molly's house to study and hang out with her brothers. I have ran into multiple instances where I have had to threaten to wash Kenny's mouth out with soap. Kenny neglects to respect the English cuss words by believing that they have a less than powerful meaning because most people are unaware of their translation. Again, Kenny's potty mouth broke my concentration of studying. He was speaking with Molly's host mother. I was appalled and voiced my dislike. In response, Kenny, with his sly smile decided to prove to me that his mother really is naive to what words flabber from his lips.
Kenny (in spanish): Mom, "say bull ****".
Olga (in slurred english): Bool Sheeet
Me (in whatever): AAAAhhh, Kenny, No!
Olga (confused spanish): Kenny what did I say?
Kenny: uninterupted laughter
Me (in poor Spanish): you said .... "bull ****"
Olga (flabergasted Spanish): ????
Who knows what she said. All I know is that it was rapid and scornfully directed at her son. Mission accomplished.
September 21: National day of hugs. Dia de abrazos.
I went into class confident and left finished with my first semester of Spanish! Yes, finished. We took one whole semester of Spanish in a month. Talk about crash course.
Now for futbol and movie night!
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