don´t get too excited, I´m only at my Tita´s for a night
(This started out as a draft of a letter to Sarah when I was composing it in my head. Not only is she my internet-impaired beffren, but hers is the only address I know by heart. Obviously, I decided not to send her this letter, but blog it instead)
You know how in upstate New York, we think we have mountains? Well, no one in their right mind would ever call those mountains once they´ve been to Costa Rica. The Adirondacks and Catskills are (to quote John Green) Playskool My First Mountain Ranges. When you fly over NY, it´s all flat, but when you fly over CR, you can see the freaking huge mountains. It´s incredible. San Jose in smack dab in the middle of a valley, so no matter what way you look, you are always surrounded by mountains.
We took a direct flight from Newark to San Jose this morning, which is unusual for us. We like our layovers. If you´re wondering how long that flight it, it is exactly one reading of The Bermudez Triangle. I started it when we took off and finished just as we landed. (About 4 hours, I read fast) Before we even took off, I read Beedle the Bard and I loved it, even if I was mildly weirded out by The Warlock´s Hairy Heart. I decided I´m reading those to my kids instead of Cinderella (is that a disease?). Maybe I´ll save the Warlock story until they´re older.
On our flight, I was sat between a blond woman (I guessed she was in her 20´s) and a guy with the kid of mustache I associate with boys in early puberty or Mexicans. The thing about international flights is that I always seem to be stuck in bilingual limbo. The whole flight, we never seemed to be sure what language to speak to one another in. The guy spoke to the girls behind me in English, but he spoke to me in Spanish. The woman seemed not to understand me when I spoke in Spanish and she spoke perfect English (I assumed she was American because she was blonde), but she asked the waiter for orange juice in perfect Spanish. As it turns out, I ended up being the gringa. They were both born in Heredia, go figure.
Something funny about the girls behind me, from what I heard, they seemed to be best friends who were coming on vacation together after graduating. For most of the trip, they quizzed each other on Spanish words, and I figured that´s what Pavs and I will be like on the infamous Mid-Life Crisis.
So when we landed and got our bags and such, my sister and I messed around with my camera in the immigration line to the amusement of the people in line around us (believe me, we knew we had an audience. We´re attention whores). When we finally got out there, we met up with my cousin and uncle and I got some cute snapshots of my cousin sleeping in the car on the way to my Tita´s (that´s my grandma, by the way).
We had delicious soup for lunch, I took sneak-attack pictures of Tita, and then Bito (my uncle), Dad, Lexa, and Cristian (little cousin) and I left to go run some errands and such. We stopped at my uncle Luis´ and his wife Tia Magi (I´m guessing how to spell her name, I have no idea) asked me if I had a boyfriend, to which I repsonded that I had 6.
While running errands, I finally found my Yellow Car playing partner. Cristian loved Yellow Car so much we took it to a new level: red, blue, and yellow cars. Basically, we just shouted out whenever we saw a vehicle in those colors. It was fun, he´s super cute. I think he´s like, 6 now or something.
I forgot how much I like being here. Not even the country in general, just San Jose. I forgot how nice it is to have your Tito tell you you´re his big girl, and how much fun it is to joke around with your uncle that you are each other´s favorites. I like it when people tell me I´m really tall, even when I´´m only 5´2, and I forgot how much I loved having my aunts tell me that I´m pretty because I´m just like them. It´s all the usual family stuff that I would see and have and take part in all the time if only I were here.
Anywho, I won´t be back online probably until Monday for obvious reasons. I´m not going to be at Tita´s much. We got here today and we leave for the beahc house at noon tomorrow. Then we´re coming back next weekend to pick up my mom and nieghbors (they´re coming too, i´m so excited!), and we´ll finally be back for the last couple of days before we leave. I´ll probably only be online then and on Mondays because I´ll be using the internet cafe to write my blogs and maybe post a video.
Hope everything´s great where you all are.
You know how in upstate New York, we think we have mountains? Well, no one in their right mind would ever call those mountains once they´ve been to Costa Rica. The Adirondacks and Catskills are (to quote John Green) Playskool My First Mountain Ranges. When you fly over NY, it´s all flat, but when you fly over CR, you can see the freaking huge mountains. It´s incredible. San Jose in smack dab in the middle of a valley, so no matter what way you look, you are always surrounded by mountains.
We took a direct flight from Newark to San Jose this morning, which is unusual for us. We like our layovers. If you´re wondering how long that flight it, it is exactly one reading of The Bermudez Triangle. I started it when we took off and finished just as we landed. (About 4 hours, I read fast) Before we even took off, I read Beedle the Bard and I loved it, even if I was mildly weirded out by The Warlock´s Hairy Heart. I decided I´m reading those to my kids instead of Cinderella (is that a disease?). Maybe I´ll save the Warlock story until they´re older.
On our flight, I was sat between a blond woman (I guessed she was in her 20´s) and a guy with the kid of mustache I associate with boys in early puberty or Mexicans. The thing about international flights is that I always seem to be stuck in bilingual limbo. The whole flight, we never seemed to be sure what language to speak to one another in. The guy spoke to the girls behind me in English, but he spoke to me in Spanish. The woman seemed not to understand me when I spoke in Spanish and she spoke perfect English (I assumed she was American because she was blonde), but she asked the waiter for orange juice in perfect Spanish. As it turns out, I ended up being the gringa. They were both born in Heredia, go figure.
Something funny about the girls behind me, from what I heard, they seemed to be best friends who were coming on vacation together after graduating. For most of the trip, they quizzed each other on Spanish words, and I figured that´s what Pavs and I will be like on the infamous Mid-Life Crisis.
So when we landed and got our bags and such, my sister and I messed around with my camera in the immigration line to the amusement of the people in line around us (believe me, we knew we had an audience. We´re attention whores). When we finally got out there, we met up with my cousin and uncle and I got some cute snapshots of my cousin sleeping in the car on the way to my Tita´s (that´s my grandma, by the way).
We had delicious soup for lunch, I took sneak-attack pictures of Tita, and then Bito (my uncle), Dad, Lexa, and Cristian (little cousin) and I left to go run some errands and such. We stopped at my uncle Luis´ and his wife Tia Magi (I´m guessing how to spell her name, I have no idea) asked me if I had a boyfriend, to which I repsonded that I had 6.
While running errands, I finally found my Yellow Car playing partner. Cristian loved Yellow Car so much we took it to a new level: red, blue, and yellow cars. Basically, we just shouted out whenever we saw a vehicle in those colors. It was fun, he´s super cute. I think he´s like, 6 now or something.
I forgot how much I like being here. Not even the country in general, just San Jose. I forgot how nice it is to have your Tito tell you you´re his big girl, and how much fun it is to joke around with your uncle that you are each other´s favorites. I like it when people tell me I´m really tall, even when I´´m only 5´2, and I forgot how much I loved having my aunts tell me that I´m pretty because I´m just like them. It´s all the usual family stuff that I would see and have and take part in all the time if only I were here.
Anywho, I won´t be back online probably until Monday for obvious reasons. I´m not going to be at Tita´s much. We got here today and we leave for the beahc house at noon tomorrow. Then we´re coming back next weekend to pick up my mom and nieghbors (they´re coming too, i´m so excited!), and we´ll finally be back for the last couple of days before we leave. I´ll probably only be online then and on Mondays because I´ll be using the internet cafe to write my blogs and maybe post a video.
Hope everything´s great where you all are.