September 6th: Stranger ina strange land .... has a cold. I woke up unable to communicate with my mama tica, not because of my terrible Spanish, but because I had no voice. She lovingly understood and made we the worlds best tea filled with honey and juiced orange. May I quote that I love pest control here. The "hormigas/amigas" get into everything. To solve this problem, my mama tica puts the bottle of honey in a cup of water and drowns any little bugger who has a sweet tooth. Brilliant.
The rest of my day was devoted to studying. I studied, slept, studied, slept, and ate somewhere in this cycle. After I couldn't take it any more, I wandered over to Molly's house and had a quick study break to McDonald's for the worlds best ghetto ice cream. McDonald's in Costa Rica reached a whole new level of class when they served my sixty cent ice cream in a waffle cone. Yes, a waffle cone. Can life get any better? I submit that it cannot!
After some quick lactose lusting, we made our way back to continue studying. I recruited Richard to be my tutor in hopes that he would be able to desipher between "Hay - used in reference to a unknown location" and "Estar - used in reference for a known location." Sounds easy right? Wrong! Every instance where I thought I got the difference, WHAM!, the homework through me a curve ball and used the other one. In frustration because I couldn't comprehend and Richard couldn't translate - side note for all of you, it is quite adorable when Richard can no longer speak English when he reaches this point of frustration - Richard found a solution. He grasped my wrist and began scribbling something on my fare forearm. Upside down and sloppily written was "Estar = location and Hay = whatever!" Love it. Smiling, I had to wash my notes off my arm; due to fact my professor would find this more likely as cheating rather than a funny joke.
September 7th: First Test. I believe the exam went in my favor, but I have been wrong before. Stay tuned for grade updates.
I do believe that I have become addicted to the cruel habit of caffeine. I have come to the conclusion that it was not my lack of liking for U.S. coffee, but rather the feeling of paying far too much and that feeling making me despise it. Here the coffee is sweet AND inexpensive, creating the perfect environment for enjoyment.
In the evening, Richard, Kenny, Andres (Richards' buddy), Molly and I made our way to the field of shame. Quick shout out to Richard.... who played with great speed and efforts. He truly put my goalie skills to shame. It seems this skills have not improved since my P.A.L. soccer days as a chubby child.
Following two winnings with no help on my part, we decided to go to The Green Lantern and indulge in the worlds best mixed popcorn.
September 8th: My dance class was cancelled today so that we could go to San Jose for "Hora Festival de Choreographors" at the Costa Rican National Theater. Molly and I were so twitterpated that we decided we needed to do some shopping for appropriate apparel for the classy occasion. We went into store after store and came out satisfied out of few. Unfortunately the culture here does not seek out flattering styles for tall, bodacious bodies like mine. Good news: When all said and done, I was able to find a comfortable outfit that flattered my curves. Bad news: when all said and done, Molly shows up in a matching outfit. Don't ask how we didn't notice that we bought almost identical outfits when shopping together..... but we did. We still looked hot!
Before the show, a few of us went to San Jose's oldest restaurant and bar for drinks and love from the local cat. It is almost impossible to describe the production that we witnessed. I will try my very best..... If Tim Burton was to make a ballet, this might have been it. There was four performances. The first was called "are we on the same page." It was a couple fighting, twitching, and running around like a eight year old twin boys. It rather reminded me of an episode of Molly and John John's relentless wrestles in Hannah's living room. The second performance was what I believe to be an interpretation of "Costa Rican bus ride". There was acid trips, puking, siting, fidgeting, and a toilet within the act. The third was of a woman who looked like Edward-Scissor-Hands doing Albert's dance from Hitch. Finally, the fourth was my favorite. Filled with beautiful, mostly gay, topless men in loincloths; this performance was jaw dropping-ly odd. They did acrobatics and dancing with plastic banners hung from the ceiling. I understand that you are probably having a hard time imagining this. Do not worry, you are just as confused as I am, and I was there to witness the phenomenon.
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