a little voice inside my head says don't go back, you can never look back...
Costa Rica was amazing in more ways than one. The mountains are beautiful, but the city has a lot of poverty. Tourism is huge. It makes me appreciate what I have, and makes our "poor people" look rich. The swimming wasn't even that bad either. I felt like the trip flew by, but I had been there for a month as well. It's nice to be back here. Of course there are tons of pictures I need to post, and memorable quotes that were brought home.
Our team dinner was at Hooters of Costa Rica, and I have never been to a Hooters in my life. They didn't speak English and when they put our bill together for 32 people, the computer shut down because they tried to make one bill instead of separate checks. We waited for over 2 hours for our bill to come, and it never came. Our bus had a curfew so we had to leave at 10 and our coach told us to put however much we thought out thing cost on the table and leave. Granted, we were dealing in Colones, the currency of CR, which is 500 colones to $1. So we drop down what we think it is and then Andrew's cousin who luckily was from San Jose and spoke spanish fluently hands it to the front and explains that we have to leave and all of us leave. The manager of Hooters chases us out the door screaming that we are trying to skip out without paying the bill, funny that we haven't seen a bill the entire 4 hours we were there. Our coach gets out and starts screaming that we never saw a bill, and the manager keeps yelling something in Spanish. A cop sees the commotion and stands behind our coach and we all hold our breath hoping that she doesn't get arrested (well some might have wanted to see it...). Finally the manager counts the money, tells us we owe $55 dollars and we peace out. I'm definitely never going to Hooters again...
I don't know what I'm going to do without this year's seniors. I could probably go back in my journal entries and find another entry from last year saying the same thing... and I know I will survive somehow, but Kerrie, Shannon, Chase and Renee have been my lane buddies for the past two years... and the thought of having to grow up and be the oldest distance swimmer scares me. It makes me one step closer to being an adult. After this semester, it's only two more years of playing house, and then it's not playing anymore. I'm sure I'll be fine, but I just wish I could stop time for an instant. I don't even want to think what life would be like without George. I hope he decides to be the diving coach. I'm not ready to let go, but again, I never am.
Our team dinner was at Hooters of Costa Rica, and I have never been to a Hooters in my life. They didn't speak English and when they put our bill together for 32 people, the computer shut down because they tried to make one bill instead of separate checks. We waited for over 2 hours for our bill to come, and it never came. Our bus had a curfew so we had to leave at 10 and our coach told us to put however much we thought out thing cost on the table and leave. Granted, we were dealing in Colones, the currency of CR, which is 500 colones to $1. So we drop down what we think it is and then Andrew's cousin who luckily was from San Jose and spoke spanish fluently hands it to the front and explains that we have to leave and all of us leave. The manager of Hooters chases us out the door screaming that we are trying to skip out without paying the bill, funny that we haven't seen a bill the entire 4 hours we were there. Our coach gets out and starts screaming that we never saw a bill, and the manager keeps yelling something in Spanish. A cop sees the commotion and stands behind our coach and we all hold our breath hoping that she doesn't get arrested (well some might have wanted to see it...). Finally the manager counts the money, tells us we owe $55 dollars and we peace out. I'm definitely never going to Hooters again...
I don't know what I'm going to do without this year's seniors. I could probably go back in my journal entries and find another entry from last year saying the same thing... and I know I will survive somehow, but Kerrie, Shannon, Chase and Renee have been my lane buddies for the past two years... and the thought of having to grow up and be the oldest distance swimmer scares me. It makes me one step closer to being an adult. After this semester, it's only two more years of playing house, and then it's not playing anymore. I'm sure I'll be fine, but I just wish I could stop time for an instant. I don't even want to think what life would be like without George. I hope he decides to be the diving coach. I'm not ready to let go, but again, I never am.