Septiembre 26-28

September 26: Passed my first semester of Spanish with a glorious 85%! Can I get a Woot Woot and a Toot Toot!
I can now successfully write a resume in both English and Spanish. If this won't land me a job, I have decided to join the chatty homeless man in down town San Jose. A little bit of homework and then a quick run to McDonalds for my favorite ice cream. There is something about eating the world's best ice cream for the world's best price. I escaped the U.S. to immerse myself in another culture. However, there are a few welcomed influences. For instance, I do enjoy the occasional presence of Christian Fish stickers on the back of a honking taxi, the untastfully recorded hip-hop music, 80's classic movies dubbed in Spanish, and always the refreshing McDonald's ice cream cone. 
Oh and P.S. - don't use the word 'anal' as an adjective for a person when you are describing an individual to someone whose second language is English and a teenager.
September 27: I had my cooking class this evening: Alfajores and Scones, Oh my!
I was also blessed with multiple Skype dates with my family and friends. I had a moment of home sickness as I craved the physical touch of ones who truly love me and have built this love over the course of my life. I have made many friends here in Costa Rica. Most will remain memorable. Some have the foundation for constructive progression, but there is nothing like the friends I am blessed with at home. There is nothing like their trust, encouragement, belief in me, service, and adventurous spirits. I am so proud of all of you. Every one. I cannot wait to continue our relationship once I return.
After my cuisine class, Molly and I went shopping at Pali super market for some groceries and birthday cake indigence. Molly and I redesigned the Pineapple Up-side Down Cake abstract style. Our delicious creation exceeded the beauty and sugar content of any other cake. A few scenes of "who wants to be a Spanish millionaire" and Keith's impressive talents was enough to end the day in happiness.
But my happiness was interrupted by the giant cockroach that protruded from my backpack. I chased that little turd around my room, Raid in hand. I was surprised by the courage I had to defeat the monster with a single weapon - a bio hazardous plume of Raid. Satisfaction was reached when the little monster dramatically flipped himself over and cringed his twitchy legs around his lifeless body.
September 28: Note to self: never do anything stupid on a class field trip. Why? Because you might just be the laughing stock in front of the following class as the example of "what not to do." Needless to say the example was humorous and the topic important, but I will always think twice about my spontaneous splurges.
Lunch was accompanied by a treacherous storm that had me jumping in my chair, snorting beans, and occasionally adding a scream of terror to my arroz con pollo. The electricity was fickle and the thunder core shackingly strong. 
Futbol tonight. I have officially dubbed myself the worst soccer in world. Top worst embarrassing moments of my existence happened when I casually caught the ball in my hands in mid-play. Oh and it gets worse. I didn't catch the ball once, but twice. Yes, twice! How is someone so uncoordinatedly naive to the reactions of my body. To answer your question, I was not the goalie.
Sweaty and shameful I ran home for Molly's host mother's birthday. We ate dinner, I gave a toast in broken Spanish, started a dance party in the living room, and indulged in our delicious pineapple up-side cake!