San José, Costa Rica
I know I have yet to write an actual post about being in Costa Rica yet, but I promise it’s in the works. I have literally had next to no time to even stop and think; it’s been go go go since I arrived in San José a week and a half ago- not that I’m complaining! I love being busy and I’m so glad I already got to go on my first weekend trip (more on that in a later post) but I must admit that even I can’t always be feeling the pura vida.
Saying I’ve had better days is an understatement. First, there’s this Spanish course. Like HOLA I thought I was good at Spanish and now I’m drowning in the millions of assignments for this intensive Avanzada 2 level class when all I really care about is starting my internship. I want to be able to consider myself bilingual because it has become increasingly relevant for me (family in Peru, living in my second Spanish speaking country, working in the field of education, etc) – not so that I can get a grade in this class, especially when I already have all the credits I need. I was so frustrated and exhausted from FOUR HOURS in a class that I may now possibly fail. I’ve never actually failed anything before. Ugh. Thinking in another language all day long is tiring and I took a much needed nap after class so I wouldn’t go crazy.
THEN I tried not to panic when I somehow got lost on my run. Picture this: I don’t really know the area well, San José is a very confusing city (aka addresses are virtually non existent… still trying to figure out what that is all about), my phone that I just set up to work internationally is not quite working the way its supposed to, it’s getting pretty dark (my plan was to be back before dark), cat calls are pretty popular here, I’m pretty tired because I honestly haven’t run too much lately, and to top it off I’m wearing all black because I’m an idiot. And there’s also the real fun part about being a girl running around alone at night and constantly having to watch your back and think the worst. Obviously, I have enough street smarts to know that the calles (streets) go up in number and if I eventually keep going, I’ll get to where I live. But then when I finally make it to Calle 31 (my street and the street the university is on) it’s like not actually my street. I’m still confused about that. Of course, I found the least sketchy people to ask for directions but, again, addresses are irrelevant and landmarks are the way to go.
Eventually I finally made it home and everything was fine; I took a freezing cold shower (hot water? HA! yeah right. not a thing), ate dinner, and then proceeded to work more on the 7 million hours of homework that I’m STILL not done with yet… no judgements; I needed a break. Anyway, I’m sure it sounds like I just wrote this long post complaining about my life but in reality I’m actually very happy. I just keep reminding myself that today was an off day and it’s okay. Even in this country that I’m infatuated with, it is possible to be stressed, frustrated, afraid, and to have a bad day. Luckily, the good days far outweigh the bad ones.