Home Sweet Home

My detour to Georgia was great, I golfed, cooked, went boating, saw the town, and had a sweet Kimberly Clark tour. It was great to see my friends and catch up. I had quite the hiccup getting there and that led to a drive to atlanta adventure landing us in Agusta by 6am.

But now I am truly glad to be HOME SWEET HOME.

My parents had chocolate milk waiting and still haven´t complained about my massive piles of luggage in the living room. My bed feels so soft. I have been seeing my friends in a whirl wind of activity and fun. Sure I miss the layed back schedule and gallo pinto but wow....

-The first hot shower was mind blowing
-I ate an entire bag of Bagels and cheese in less than 12 hours
-I have already drank a gallon and half of milk
-I do feel super guilty about dropping the paper in the toilet but dude that is a good idea
-The conference grounds will ALWAYS have a piece of my heart
-Costa Rica can try but it can´t beat this...

I am definitely still processing the last three months and am sure that life lessons are ready to explode. I will keep you posted.

I´m american again

It is all done... I am no longer a Costariccence. I am sad.

I am currently chilling in the Dallas Airport and experiencing a whirl-wind of emotions. Say goodbye is hard always, especially when you are all returning to such dramatically different lives and locations.

My final day was a perfect send off.  We had our final exams in the morning and everyone did well, we spent the afternoon on the beach getting our last touch of color, Annemarie and I went to the centro to run our final errands.  Annemarie was on a mission to spend all her colones and it was a lot of fun to shop with a buy crazy Annemarie.

We had NACHOS! From my favorite soda, I played with Ignacio and watching cooking shows with my madre. As a family we watched the soccer game, A fairly intense one where my brother appeared to be cheering for the wrong team.

It was nice to have everything all packed away, sitting and relaxing was the ONLY option. We then went for our final beach ride around town and my parents dropped me off at La Mesa (a specific cement table where I had out with all my tico friends). That was a hard HARD goodbye. My family said lots of nice things, and I tried to say lots of nice things too. This is a time when I wished I would have practiced my flash cards more ;)

Most of us took a group bus to the airport, another hard goodbye to the friends that stayed behind, it felt crazy to think this was the last time I was seeing all this.

It was nice to all take the same flight to Dallas but then it just got harder. I am the only one left now waiting for my 8:30 p.m. flight to visit friends in Georgia. We moved from gate to gate saying goodbyes; Annemarie was the last one and the worst one. I left her walking down the hallway crying. I am so glad for all the relationships I made but right now praying that I survive without them. We were like family.

El final Fin de Semana

The majority of us spent our last weekend in Puntarenas and I think it only made it harder to say goodbye.

I did a lot of last hangouts with Tico friends and passed time speaking Spanish on the Beach. We finally attended a Puntarenas fútbol game which only made me love the sport even more.

You were not allowed to bring bottles, coins or anything in the stadium that you could through so all beverages were sold in bags, but the fans found a way to throw them anyway. The refs also had there own police escort.

We had a bonfire on the beach!! with marshmellows and no rain a blessing from God. I tried for the forth time to see harry potter and still a no go, I heard! fireworks which is one step closer to seeing them.

I made banana bread for my family which was delicious but opened the door for gluten craving. I learned how to cook lots of other Costa Rican foods and for dinner one night we had Cow Butt...deliciosa.

I also did some studying and a lot more laying on the beach. I thought about packing once but that is as close as I got.