A year ago today, after a short vacation at the end to Nicaragua, I was heading back from living 6 months in Costa Rica.
From January 7th to July 7th, exactly a year, I lived in Costa Rica. It was a crazy CRAZY experience filled with bugs and beaches, stalkers and steer, friends and foes, exploring and eating, and love. Lots and lots of love.
If you've read my post For the love of food and family you'll already know about my family (the Bad Family) who starved and didn't like me and my family (the Good Family) that feed me til I had meat on my bones again and who loved me as much as my own family would. I miss them a lot.
I'm not gonna get all weepy and sentimental, although I really do miss that very special family a lot. I just want to share a story with you, one that I think represents my time down there pretty well. A little bit of background, when I first arrived in Costa Rica I was intended to live with a family in small town near the Turriabla Volcano, lets call them the Volcano Family. Well everything went wrong that first month there, including the Costa Rican government taking away our license to teach and nearly kicking us out of the country. So off course the volcano erupted and no one knew whether or not me, along with 4 others in that same area, would be allowed to return. I waited in Vergel (pronounced Ver-Hell) to hear about the move. Obviously they decided it was too dangerous but this was a funny story that came about as I was waiting on the news.
|My house in El Vergel, Costa Rica|
That sounds really nice but there's a chicken in the hammock
Here I am! In Vergel, no pun intended. I would be relaxing in hammock on the porch, listening to the much appreciated rain, readying my big girl book, Pride and Prejudice, and causally dozing off but the hammock has already been claimed. So instead I decided to write to all my faithful readers… cause all 4 of you have been really great. I am proud to say I survived day 2 yesterday, cold showers, missed buses (read on!) and all. Actually, I enjoy these feared cold showers, especially when it’s 90 million thousand degree outside, which it has been from when I get up at 7 till I go to bed at 9. And yes my sleep schedule is that of an old lady and I’ll take it cause honestly the only things to do when it’s that hot are take a shower, swim in the river, or sleep with a fan pointed at your bed. One shower a day is really all I can do, and even that’s a bit much for me. As for the river, in the words of Sarah the Dolphin, “eh eh” hahaha. Too squishy… too unknown… and to be honest, too many tales of crocodiles for my taste. Hehe my host brother, after hearing me refuse to come in, told me (well not so much me as the river cause he was staring at the river while he said this, possibly consoling the river, apologizing for the gringa who refused to be one with nature) “John always wanted to play in the river.” Well then, John, my hats off to you cause right now… eh eh. Maybe some other time. So you guessed it, in bed with a fan for me…and a movie. I’m going through these movies a little too fast. Gonna have to restock soon. But with all that said, it’s really not as sad as I remember it on my first visit. The family is really warming up to me, though I hear I’m about to see them less and less as the school year starts. The say they are happy that I come out of my room and talk to them more than past volunteers have. I am trying my best to be friendly but fear it might be in vain. I get word today if I am leaving this place and going back to the volcano or staying here. At this moment I think I want the volcano. It will be closer to friends and civilization. I will be able to get the airport quicker and will have a nice place for people to stay when they come visit. But how awkward is that “hey, it’s been great but I have another family I’m gonna live with now. Yeah they live near a volcano but that’s where I think I belong. But you all have been really nice. Thanks so much for your hospitality.” And now lets try it in Spanish… “Lo siento. Tengo un otra familia… cerca de un volcan. Lo siento. Gracias por su hospitalidad. Pero yo necessito ir ahorra. “ As you can see my Spanish is greatly improving.
I don't speak much Spanish anymore and that is truly terrible. It's been a long time since I've spoken to my Good Family and all because I'm embarrassed to speak Spanish with them. And that's stupid, I know. They'll get passed that because they love me.
I think I'll call my "Mama" tomorrow.
Please check out my other, very short lived blog about Costa Rica. Some other funny stories lie within.