
Sunday, June 27, 2009
Today, my family took me to the zoo. I’ve wanted to go since the first day, but couldn’t find anyone interested in going. It was mostly a bird zoo, but they had other things. There were monkeys of all sorts, a parrot that talked, turtles, crocodiles, a snake, ostriches, toucans and all sorts of other things. I’d never heard a parrot talk before so that was pretty cool. They had cougars that meowed a lot and I videotaped them. An ostrich waved at me – not kidding. It was a lot of fun and I felt like such a kid. I took so many pictures, my camera had no more room. After the zoo, we went to a store similar to Sam’s Club or BJ’s. Afterwards, they took me out to eat. We all got chicken with corn, refried beans, pico de gallo and bean soup stuff. It was really good.
More things I forgot to mention: gall pinto is very common here. It’s rice and beans all mixed up. Sometimes other things are added, like beef or eggs. We have it for breakfast pretty often. Oh and I know I said my favorite juice was mango, but I had a new one last night: banana, papaya, orange and this syrup stuff. It was so good! By the way, 18 is the driving and drinking age here. I haven’t driven, but I did have one piña colada. It was good, but I don’t really want anything else. Oh and it’s not a law to stop for school buses here. You can pass them, even if they’re on the same side of the road.
It’s not illegal to have an open container of alcohol in your car. However, in September, there are going to be a lot of new laws put into effect. Children under age 12 will have to sit in either a car seat, or like a booster seat in order for the seat belt to be in the right angle in case of an accident. There’s another law starting that prohibits a certain amount of alcohol to be in a person’s system. In certain bars in San José, if you go with a group of people, the designated driver is allowed a free meal.
Also, you don’t pump your own gas in Costa Rica. They have people to do that for you. And there’s no need to leave a tip for waiters, because they don’t do that. They don’t have addresses there either. Your address could be 300 meters from the supermarket, so that’s got to make a mailman’s job more difficult.
My parents took me to Mass tonight. It was really different because I’ve never been to a Catholic church, much less one that had a Spanish speaking priest. I had no idea what he was saying. I heard puerta and mundo, which are door and world. There were a lot of times when I kind of didn’t know what to do. Like when the whole congregation said something after the priest did. And they sat down and stood up a lot, but that’s like a Baptist church, although the kneeling and praying thing was new. Our row’s kneeling bench thingy was missing the cushion and we kneeled there forever. And then more than half the congregation stood up and went to the front of the church. I had no idea what they were doing until my mom later told me that they were eating the cracker things. And that was my first Mass experience.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Final Reflection Paper
Visiting Costa Rica was an amazing experience. It was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. I didn’t really know what to expect because I had never been out of the country before. Before I even left, I was nervous about only one thing – the language. I was scared I wouldn’t be able to communicate with my family. My first day was very awkward. I had no idea what to say and if I could think of anything, I didn’t know how to say it. We just sat there staring at each other, pretty much not saying a word. Everything they said I had to ask them to repeat it.
That’s my weakness – understanding what people are saying. After a couple days, I was able to actually talk to my family. I struggled and it took me a long time to come up with sentences, but I started to slowly get better. I had a hard time in class, too. If Rita said something, it was usually in Spanish, so basically if she assigned homework, I had to ask Koren or Kimberly what it was. Sometimes I understood bits and pieces, and I just had to ask them for clarification.
During my first awkward days at home, I was honestly kind of avoiding my family because I was scared they would start to lose their patience or I would make a fool of myself. In fact, Jim asked me what I was doing that first Sunday so it wouldn’t be a full day of sitting and staring at my family. I wanted to avoid them until I could have a full conversation.
Then one night, my dad made me talk and the words started pouring out of my mouth, making their own sentences. It was slow, but I made sense! That night, we talked over an hour in just Spanish. I soon realized my family wasn’t going to lose their patience. Each night after that, I tried to have full conversations in Spanish. I still can’t get over how much patience they had with my lack of Spanish. They were unbelievable.
I’d really like to go back next summer, even if it’s just for a week. Obviously it all depends on how much money I save in the next year, but seeing my family again in a year would be pretty cool.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
I haven’t really been keeping up with my blog because my computer is really messed up and I’ve been really busy lately. I actually kept up with my blog on paper though, but haven’t had time to post it. So, I’m supposed to write some of this blog in Spanish for my grade so here goes:
Mi hermano, Emmanuel tiene un año. Siempre tiene mucha energia, pero cuándo está cansado es dificíl darle comida. Le gusta bailar y gatear. Ama las gradas y va allí cada vez que está en el suelo. Siempre nota cuándo un avión pasa. Le gustan los peroos, los pájaros, las bocinas, la música, y los arêtes, tambien. Es muy inteligente. Cuándo preguntan, “¿comó hace el perro?” habla con un woof. Sabe palabras comó nariz, boca, y ojos. Sabe nombres comó Mamá, Papá, Abuela, e incluso el mío. Anoche probe darle comida, pero él no quiso comida. Hoy en la noche, lo ayudé a aprender a caminar.
For those of you that are super curious, it says:
My brother, Emmanuel is one year old. He always has so much energy, but when he’s tired, it’s hard to get him to eat. He likes to dance and crawl. He loves the stairs and heads straight for them as soon as he’s put on the floor. He always notices when a plane passes by. He likes dogs, birds, horns, music and earrings, too. He’s very smart. When asked, “What does a dog say?” he replies with a woof. He knows words like nose, mouth and eyes. He knows names like Mom, Dad, Grandma, and even mine! Last night, I tried to feed him, but he didn’t really want food. Tonight, I tried to help him learn to walk.
Friday, July 3, 2009
So again, I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to say everything I wanted to say before. The last night I was in Costa Rica, my mom and I talked forever. A week before, we were talking about kids and she said that if she had another, she wanted another boy, but that last night, she told me she changed her mind. She said that she could see herself in me and that I was a great daughter. She said she’d love to have a daughter like me. My last day, my dad told me that anytime I wanted to come back, I was definitely welcome back to his house. I really didn’t want to leave and it sucked having to say goodbye.
I couldn’t believe how nice they had been to me, especially after having bad experiences with the other hostees. I mean, they bought stuff for me and they wanted to go out and have fun with me. They were just amazing and I was so lucky to have lived with them for two weeks.
Oh by the way, I went bungee jumping on my last day in Costa Rica. When we got there, I was so scared because it was unbelievably high. Like my eyes were watering like crazy. Nastasia was first and I was freaking out. I knew I was going to jump the whole time, but I was terrified. After I walked the plank and they counted down, I just stood there. The guy asked if I wanted him to push me and I said yes. There was no way I was going to be able to jump. I felt like I was going to puke. So he pushed me and I really didn’t have time to think about it or even puke. After the jump, or the push rather, I had to grab another cord so I could strap it to me and it took me forever to get to it because I was swaying all over the place. But I did it. I jumped 265 feet down to a flowing river with huge, sharp, pointy, jagged rocks waiting for me. I'd let you see the video, but I don't know how to post it!
Today, my family took me to the zoo. I’ve wanted to go since the first day, but couldn’t find anyone interested in going. It was mostly a bird zoo, but they had other things. There were monkeys of all sorts, a parrot that talked, turtles, crocodiles, a snake, ostriches, toucans and all sorts of other things. I’d never heard a parrot talk before so that was pretty cool. They had cougars that meowed a lot and I videotaped them. An ostrich waved at me – not kidding. It was a lot of fun and I felt like such a kid. I took so many pictures, my camera had no more room. After the zoo, we went to a store similar to Sam’s Club or BJ’s. Afterwards, they took me out to eat. We all got chicken with corn, refried beans, pico de gallo and bean soup stuff. It was really good.
More things I forgot to mention: gall pinto is very common here. It’s rice and beans all mixed up. Sometimes other things are added, like beef or eggs. We have it for breakfast pretty often. Oh and I know I said my favorite juice was mango, but I had a new one last night: banana, papaya, orange and this syrup stuff. It was so good! By the way, 18 is the driving and drinking age here. I haven’t driven, but I did have one piña colada. It was good, but I don’t really want anything else. Oh and it’s not a law to stop for school buses here. You can pass them, even if they’re on the same side of the road.
It’s not illegal to have an open container of alcohol in your car. However, in September, there are going to be a lot of new laws put into effect. Children under age 12 will have to sit in either a car seat, or like a booster seat in order for the seat belt to be in the right angle in case of an accident. There’s another law starting that prohibits a certain amount of alcohol to be in a person’s system. In certain bars in San José, if you go with a group of people, the designated driver is allowed a free meal.
Also, you don’t pump your own gas in Costa Rica. They have people to do that for you. And there’s no need to leave a tip for waiters, because they don’t do that. They don’t have addresses there either. Your address could be 300 meters from the supermarket, so that’s got to make a mailman’s job more difficult.
My parents took me to Mass tonight. It was really different because I’ve never been to a Catholic church, much less one that had a Spanish speaking priest. I had no idea what he was saying. I heard puerta and mundo, which are door and world. There were a lot of times when I kind of didn’t know what to do. Like when the whole congregation said something after the priest did. And they sat down and stood up a lot, but that’s like a Baptist church, although the kneeling and praying thing was new. Our row’s kneeling bench thingy was missing the cushion and we kneeled there forever. And then more than half the congregation stood up and went to the front of the church. I had no idea what they were doing until my mom later told me that they were eating the cracker things. And that was my first Mass experience.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Final Reflection Paper
Visiting Costa Rica was an amazing experience. It was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. I didn’t really know what to expect because I had never been out of the country before. Before I even left, I was nervous about only one thing – the language. I was scared I wouldn’t be able to communicate with my family. My first day was very awkward. I had no idea what to say and if I could think of anything, I didn’t know how to say it. We just sat there staring at each other, pretty much not saying a word. Everything they said I had to ask them to repeat it.
That’s my weakness – understanding what people are saying. After a couple days, I was able to actually talk to my family. I struggled and it took me a long time to come up with sentences, but I started to slowly get better. I had a hard time in class, too. If Rita said something, it was usually in Spanish, so basically if she assigned homework, I had to ask Koren or Kimberly what it was. Sometimes I understood bits and pieces, and I just had to ask them for clarification.
During my first awkward days at home, I was honestly kind of avoiding my family because I was scared they would start to lose their patience or I would make a fool of myself. In fact, Jim asked me what I was doing that first Sunday so it wouldn’t be a full day of sitting and staring at my family. I wanted to avoid them until I could have a full conversation.
Then one night, my dad made me talk and the words started pouring out of my mouth, making their own sentences. It was slow, but I made sense! That night, we talked over an hour in just Spanish. I soon realized my family wasn’t going to lose their patience. Each night after that, I tried to have full conversations in Spanish. I still can’t get over how much patience they had with my lack of Spanish. They were unbelievable.
I’d really like to go back next summer, even if it’s just for a week. Obviously it all depends on how much money I save in the next year, but seeing my family again in a year would be pretty cool.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
I haven’t really been keeping up with my blog because my computer is really messed up and I’ve been really busy lately. I actually kept up with my blog on paper though, but haven’t had time to post it. So, I’m supposed to write some of this blog in Spanish for my grade so here goes:
Mi hermano, Emmanuel tiene un año. Siempre tiene mucha energia, pero cuándo está cansado es dificíl darle comida. Le gusta bailar y gatear. Ama las gradas y va allí cada vez que está en el suelo. Siempre nota cuándo un avión pasa. Le gustan los peroos, los pájaros, las bocinas, la música, y los arêtes, tambien. Es muy inteligente. Cuándo preguntan, “¿comó hace el perro?” habla con un woof. Sabe palabras comó nariz, boca, y ojos. Sabe nombres comó Mamá, Papá, Abuela, e incluso el mío. Anoche probe darle comida, pero él no quiso comida. Hoy en la noche, lo ayudé a aprender a caminar.
For those of you that are super curious, it says:
My brother, Emmanuel is one year old. He always has so much energy, but when he’s tired, it’s hard to get him to eat. He likes to dance and crawl. He loves the stairs and heads straight for them as soon as he’s put on the floor. He always notices when a plane passes by. He likes dogs, birds, horns, music and earrings, too. He’s very smart. When asked, “What does a dog say?” he replies with a woof. He knows words like nose, mouth and eyes. He knows names like Mom, Dad, Grandma, and even mine! Last night, I tried to feed him, but he didn’t really want food. Tonight, I tried to help him learn to walk.
Friday, July 3, 2009
So again, I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to say everything I wanted to say before. The last night I was in Costa Rica, my mom and I talked forever. A week before, we were talking about kids and she said that if she had another, she wanted another boy, but that last night, she told me she changed her mind. She said that she could see herself in me and that I was a great daughter. She said she’d love to have a daughter like me. My last day, my dad told me that anytime I wanted to come back, I was definitely welcome back to his house. I really didn’t want to leave and it sucked having to say goodbye.
I couldn’t believe how nice they had been to me, especially after having bad experiences with the other hostees. I mean, they bought stuff for me and they wanted to go out and have fun with me. They were just amazing and I was so lucky to have lived with them for two weeks.
Oh by the way, I went bungee jumping on my last day in Costa Rica. When we got there, I was so scared because it was unbelievably high. Like my eyes were watering like crazy. Nastasia was first and I was freaking out. I knew I was going to jump the whole time, but I was terrified. After I walked the plank and they counted down, I just stood there. The guy asked if I wanted him to push me and I said yes. There was no way I was going to be able to jump. I felt like I was going to puke. So he pushed me and I really didn’t have time to think about it or even puke. After the jump, or the push rather, I had to grab another cord so I could strap it to me and it took me forever to get to it because I was swaying all over the place. But I did it. I jumped 265 feet down to a flowing river with huge, sharp, pointy, jagged rocks waiting for me. I'd let you see the video, but I don't know how to post it!





