11 Sept 2011

monte de la cruz

That is where I will be four days a week! Mountain of the Cross.

Yesterday, I got to move in to my home stay with Hannia and Eme. We live pretty close to San Rafael, but a decent distance from everyone else's houses.

It is hard for me to pick what to write about. Speaking Spanish 70%-80% of the time gets difficult. Yesterday an electrician and his friend came over to look at some stuff for my host mom and I ended up talking to his friend Santiago about things like 9/11, the economy and (I'm having trouble coming up with a word in either language right now) the polarization of social classes (rich and poor). I have a really limited vocabulary. It is frustrating. Also, the electrician was like 'you're not from North America'. So apparently I look European (thank you, padre, for the dutch heritage? or perhaps living in Peru and thus having an accent).


This is a church in San Rafael (the pueblo near school). I forgot to take a cartwheel in front of the one in Heredia (the ciudad near school).

I appreciate the patience with which people interact with me. I know I'll pick up the Spanish quickly, but I admit, when I am tired and trying to make sense when conversing, it really doesn't work well. Grace abounds. I am also trying to learn to be less of a planner - take life more as it comes. Which is really difficult to do when I am starting to think about job applications for 'real life' as so many people are kind enough to warn me is coming up quickly. Note: sarcasm. The abyss that is next year is terrifying, I wish people would stop reminding me about it.

Learning to speak a language is really hard. I've already had moments of 'Seriously??? Why am I doing this to myself??'

Walking around the pueblito, ciudad and campus -

  • senses = assailed by more smells that you can imagine, not all good. Imagine Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans (HP reference) but in smells. Yeah. 
  • Also, cows wander the roads and my neighbors have a rooster. Or two? 
  • Coffee plants grow right next to houses. There isn't really a distinction between residential, commercial or agricultural.
  • A latte here is very different from a latte in the USA.
  • Campus is super sustainable - composting, building a greenhouse, banana tress, planting of tons of herbs and fruit trees. Love it. 
  • Our chef and Maintenance man work miracles in their respective fields. It is awesome.
  • English class on Thursday nights = the best thing ever. period. We have awesome neighbors.

4 Sept 2011

Día número uno

I'm here! It has started! For the last few weeks, I have had people asking me 'are you excited, has it hit yet?' and, when I answer honestly, I really didn't. Not until today during our last meeting after dinner that I realized that I am in Costa Rica for three months, not a conference, not just for vacation, but I am here for immersion. 

Today has me realizing that I am in a situation where I will be speaking Spanish way more than I anticipated. The 24/7's (or TA's) have a policy, starting this coming week, called 'bocadura'. This means that they are going to speak only in Spanish, and according to Josh (one of the other students who got here a bit earlier), my host mom is pretty adamant about only speaking Spanish in the house. Which will be good for me, but is really intimidating. We will see :) 

Meanwhile, today? Thunderstorms, the continental divide (in our back yard), a tour around the center, learning about composting and sustainability and Costa Rican history. 

So much more to come!

3 Sept 2011

OH MAN OH MAN


So I’m sitting in the Houston airport, drinking my latte, trying to discover where Emily and Ticcia are, and around the corner walks a whole team of people wearing umbro sports uniform. I AM ON A FLIGHT WITH THE COSTA RICAN NATIONAL FUTBOL TEAM. Can I just say that this is exciting? They just beat the US national team a couple days ago (according to my wonderful brother Kyle who keeps me up on international sports while I am away from internet and not on a college campus – espn3 for free = sweet deal).

I have to tell SOMEONE. So I call daddy and woke him up.