Snark!
I feel good today.
Yesterday I went to San José by myself, found La Caja and took a bus to Desamparados without occasion for panic or distress. I bought flowers, hung out at the Escuela and then had lunch with Rosa Elena. Hugo got a haircut and a new ´amiga´ and aside from that nothing much has changed except that there are now 3 gringos living in the house, which has been hooked up with Internet.
I took the bus back with a girl who lives in my old house, and we went to the mercado. Where I ran into Heather and Martha, the other group of Desampa people, a guy who thought my hair was fake and got way too enthusiastic complimenting it, a deaf-mute beggar, and a Geneseo girl who is apparently doing her second summer of leafcutter ant research and random anthropological stuff in Talamanca. Small world.
Oh yeah, and then my host mom showed me her tattooed-on eyeliner up close. That was special.
After literature today, Elizabeth the Georgia peach preacher´s daughter sweetheart I met in orientation went around Heredia with me. I found Servitexto and several people rocking some serious mullet action. After making fun of everyone in the park, pigeons included, we went to Americana Con Clase and I bought my new favorite item of clothing, a tiny black T-shirt emblazoned with MARY IS MY HOMEGIRL. Yes, folks, it was $1.20 and right up there with the 300-pound tica I saw in Guanacaste wearing an itty bitty America´s Next Top Model tank.
I think my Spanish is improving as well as my snark - César who was so condescending at first has realized that I´m not a mentally handicapped six year old and we now have awesome grown up discussions and debates about politics, religion and stupid people. I can form sentences faster and more coherently even when tired, which is a lot less often now, and my vocabulary is actually progressing pretty well. Professors are easyish to understand and hilarious, even the douchebag in Medio siglo, who´s turning out to be decent. Classmates not so much, but I´m working on it.
Oh, and my ghetto textbooks cost like $3. Sweet.
Yesterday I went to San José by myself, found La Caja and took a bus to Desamparados without occasion for panic or distress. I bought flowers, hung out at the Escuela and then had lunch with Rosa Elena. Hugo got a haircut and a new ´amiga´ and aside from that nothing much has changed except that there are now 3 gringos living in the house, which has been hooked up with Internet.
I took the bus back with a girl who lives in my old house, and we went to the mercado. Where I ran into Heather and Martha, the other group of Desampa people, a guy who thought my hair was fake and got way too enthusiastic complimenting it, a deaf-mute beggar, and a Geneseo girl who is apparently doing her second summer of leafcutter ant research and random anthropological stuff in Talamanca. Small world.
Oh yeah, and then my host mom showed me her tattooed-on eyeliner up close. That was special.
After literature today, Elizabeth the Georgia peach preacher´s daughter sweetheart I met in orientation went around Heredia with me. I found Servitexto and several people rocking some serious mullet action. After making fun of everyone in the park, pigeons included, we went to Americana Con Clase and I bought my new favorite item of clothing, a tiny black T-shirt emblazoned with MARY IS MY HOMEGIRL. Yes, folks, it was $1.20 and right up there with the 300-pound tica I saw in Guanacaste wearing an itty bitty America´s Next Top Model tank.
I think my Spanish is improving as well as my snark - César who was so condescending at first has realized that I´m not a mentally handicapped six year old and we now have awesome grown up discussions and debates about politics, religion and stupid people. I can form sentences faster and more coherently even when tired, which is a lot less often now, and my vocabulary is actually progressing pretty well. Professors are easyish to understand and hilarious, even the douchebag in Medio siglo, who´s turning out to be decent. Classmates not so much, but I´m working on it.
Oh, and my ghetto textbooks cost like $3. Sweet.