When I got out of the car, Maritza’s son, Eduardo, came to help me with my luggage. I backed up to give Eduardo more room, and proceeded to fall sideways right into a garden, on top of a pile of rocks. It was embarrassing to say the least. I had cuts and bruises to remind me of this moment all week.
On Monday, we had orientation and it was similar to orientation in the U.S. The most shocking thing we learned was about the different time periods that are acceptable to be late here. If you wait fifteen minutes in the U.S. that might be acceptable. In Costa Rica, people are on “Tico Time” where it’s about an hour before people start to want an excuse for being late.
My first week of classes went well except for the dozens of times that I blanked on all my Spanish. Everything happened so quickly last week, it was hard to remember everything that happened each day.
The food has been amazing! Every day we have bread with different sorts of jelly or breakfast. It’s only been a week and I’m craving some American food. They definitely aren’t kidding when they tell you that you’ll eat plenty of chicken, beans, and rice here. Things started to feel a little more normal on Thursday, when I woke up and had pancakes for breakfast. It was much needed.
On Friday, as soon as classes ended, I raced to the beach with the other students and went into the ocean for the first time. It was the perfect ending to my first week of classes. One week down, only eleven more!