tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40087126446648730432024-03-13T11:09:49.946-07:00Finding Joy In Costa Rica -- Ain't Always Easy...The purpose of this blog is to provide a description of my thoughts and adventures during my trip to volunteer in Costa Rica.
Pura Vida!Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-77149923601744141892012-01-22T23:47:00.000-08:002012-01-22T23:47:00.603-08:00On the way to LA -- Hurray!!!!!It's all about "TICO TIME" in Costa Rica. Last night, I asked for a wake up call at 7:00 am -- just to see what happened -- as I've heard that other travelers have missed their planes due to the hotel not being on time with the call. Those who know me...know that I was up much earlier than 7:00 am. As a matter of fact, I don't think I slept more than a couple of hours. At exactly 7:39 am, the phone rang, "hola", I answered..." llamada de atencion" said the voice on the other end. "Gracias", I replied before hanging up the phone.<br />
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This is the outside view of the hotel.<br />
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Once I round the corner, and cross the street this is the view. The hotel is in an area with homes across the street and a travel agency on the corner.<br />
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This is another view of the hotel.<br />
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By the time the phone rang, I had already performed my ablutions, and packed. I wasn't very hungry...which meant that I wouldn't go down for breakfast or coffee (as I wanted to stay away from the public bathrooms). I had to be at the airport at 9:30am as the plane took off at 12:30 pm and was expected to be in Los Angeles around 9:00pm.<br />
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The driver (thank God!) wasn't on Tico time. He arrived promptly at 8:30 am. The ride to the airport cost $30.00...however, if I were familiar with the bus system, I could have got to the airport for less than $2.00. The only trick was that I would have had to run across the free with my suitcase in tow in order to catch the bus to Alajuela which is about 20 km from where I was staying. Now can you imagine me trying to run across a highway with a suitcase and my carry-on bag....NOT (probable)!<br />
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Yes, that's a Denny's in the background. While in Costa Rica, I noticed a number of fast food restaurants, Pizza Hut, Taco Bell, Subway, and Quiznos seem to be the most prevalent near the hotel I was at. <br />
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Heading to the airport, I asked the driver if we would pass a "soda". As I explained in an earlier blog, a "soda" is a small place usually with only 1 person to serve and cook your food. At a "soda", you can get meat, beans, rice, and a drink for under $4.00. For those who know me...I would never take a chance at a "soda"...but I did want to snap a picture of one for my readers.<br />
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Here's the first "soda" I saw...You can't really get a good look at it because of the fence in front of it.<br />
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This is a combination "soda" and store...which is an anomaly in Costa Rica. A "soda" is usually a small place with a sit down area where people can sit on stools and enjoy their food on paper plates.<br />
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This is perhaps the largest "soda" in the part of Costa Rica I was it. It's called the "Soda Tapia". As you can see...it was very crowded at 8:30 am. This is a bit different than a regular soda...as the clientele have a tendency to have more money...and drive their own cars.<br />
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At first, I started to only arrive at the airport 2 hours prior to take-off...but not much was happening at the hotel, and I am anxious to get home. Were they serious???? 3 hours....no way would it take that long to get out of this place. But I'd rather be safe than sorry...so<br />
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Even though the airport traffic was very light...the long line of people going through customs was long. I'm glad that I paid my fees at the hotel. Overall...getting out of the country is much more arduous than entering it. <br />
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Once passengers pass through the original screening, there is another line to navigate through in which carry one items are scanned. Like LAX, you remove your shoes, take off your jewelry, your belt, and take your laptops out of the bag. The difference between LAX and Costa Rica is that in Costa Rica, you wait until the guard calls you to come to a specific conveyor line. In essence, instead of heading to a line, you wait until you are motioned for. <br />
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After passing through this line, you show your passport and airline ticket to yet another guard. Now I see why it takes 3 hours to get to your flight.<br />
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<b>THE COSTA RICAN GIFT SHOP</b><br />
Because of my volunteer schedule and the fear of shopping alone, I didn't buy many souvenirs while I was in Costa Rica. After the Auto A&M Mercado experience, I was hesitant to traverse the city alone; especially at the end of my volunteer day which ended around 4:00 pm. The sun sets around 5:30 in Costa Rica...I would have only had about 45 minutes to shop...and return safely to the hotel. NOT TAKING THAT CHANCE.<br />
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I was determined to buy a few things for my family...so I did my shopping at the airport. I had about an hour before the plane was to take off. <br />
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A notable difference between boarding a plane in Costa Rica and the good ole U.S. of A, is that before you board the plane, your carry-on bag is physically searched, and the guards use a wand to make sure that you aren't carrying any illegal weapons with you. (Now this...after all the other stuff we had to go through to get this far...this might just be overkill.)<br />
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Finally settled into my seat 2D. As we're taking off...I notice that Costa Rica looks very pretty from the airplane...but then again, I guess everything looks better from a distance :-() <b>Not that I have that many complaints about my trip.</b><br />
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I'm glad that I don't have a seat mate for this leg of my trip and hope that my luck holds out all the way home. I'm happily leaving "Pura Vida" for the hustle and grind of the United States.<br />
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It's a peaceful flight with no crying babies...or yacking seat mates; not that I have anything against children...as my late hubby and I had 3 of our own. <br />
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Wow! I absolutely love the warm mixed nuts American Airlines serves. I'm going to miss the warm nuts if American is bought out by another airline and run under another banner. <br />
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I ordered the chicken as my meal (after all, by this time it was afternoon). The chicken turned out to be sliced chicken breasts served over Spanish rice. I wish I had brought the bottle of hot sauce that Eduardo gave me - instead of packing it in my luggage. (On the other hand...it probably would have been confiscated before I boarded...so it's a good thing that I didn't pack it). I ate a few bites of the rice and a bit of the chicken and decided I'd wait for the ice cream or cookies (or whatever they serve for dessert) instead. <br />
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Today's dessert turned out to be vanilla ice cream with some type of carmel coated nuts. I scrapped off the topping and enjoyed the ice cream...I'm satisfied...for the moment.<br />
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Once I get to Miami, I'll have about 50 minutes to make my connection and board the plane to LAX. Even though Miami is a huge airport, I'll have plenty of time to connect..<br />
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The first leg of my trip back home is coming to an end....My ears are popping as we begin our descent. I'm also getting sleepy...but excited to be in America!<br />
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<b>FROM MIA</b><i> (Missing In Action ???) </i><b>TO LAX</b><br />
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Going through customs in Miami is a chore..but I'm glad to be heading home. Once you deplane from San Jose, passengers must exit the airport then stand around and push your way through customs. There is no line...simply a disorganized mass of people attempting to get through one door. Once you get to the door, your carry on is searched again, your body is scanned, and you have to once again remove your shoes, jackets, belts, and laptops. You passport is checked - yet again. <br />
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After your carry on is returned, and you put your shoes and jacket back on, it's time to search for your flight number in order to find out which gate to head towards. By this time, over 40 minutes had passed. I found the sky shuttle and made it to the gate with minutes to spare. <br />
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This leg of my flight had a number of college students on it. From the snippets of conversation I heard, many are USC students majoring in some type of health science. <br />
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Finally I'm aboard a 767..never been on one before. It's definitely much better than the other jets I've flown on. For one, in first class the configuration is 2 - 1 - 2. This is the first time that I've seen this type of configuration. The seats are <b>super wide! The seats vibrate and massage and let out into a bed. This is absolutely marvelous. NOTE TO SELF - Always try to book a 767 flight!!!</b><br />
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No such luck on not having a seat mate on this leg of the journey. A young woman with an outfit similar to a flight attendant's uniform is my seat mate. It turns out she is a flight attendant. Once again, this is a full flight...hopefully, she's not a "chatty Cathy".<br />
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God is definitely watching over me on this trip. A mother and her young child are traveling together...yet their seats are separate. The woman who had the window seat (next to the mother) said that she did not want to give up her seat. (Definitely no Latin courtesy from her) The mother's seat was the aisle seat in the row in front of me -- and the child seat assignment was the single seat on the same row was mine. I offered my seat -- which meant that (I hoped) the flight attendant would have to sit in the seat in the front row. The young girl would have my seat...and the mother would have the aisle seat. Voila! Problem solved...My guess was right...since the flight attendant was flying (to get from point A to point B), I could take the single seat in the middle, or sit next to "Miss 'I'm Not Changing Seats to Help You Outl". For those who know me...you know I chose the single seat. I don't really care about the window. I choose the window seat because I don't have to worry about people crossing in front of me.<br />
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Here I am...all settled in for a 5 1/2 hour flight. It's been a long day, and I'm hoping for a bit of rest.<br />
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About 5 hours into the flight, the smell of fresh baked cookies fills the air waking up most passengers who had fallen asleep (including me). The flight attendants passed through the cabin offering a choice between chocolate chip and coconut cookies. Because I'm not a big chocolate fan, I grabbed a coconut cookie...and found it to be quite delightful. <br />
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While waiting for my luggage to arrive, I call for my ride... After waiting for about 20 minutes for my luggage to appear, I searched out an airport employee. She said that I needed to go to the "Lost Baggage Counter" to see what happens. After standing in line for about 20 more minutes, I found out that my bag took the circuitous route to Los Angeles via Puerto Rica. After completing a form which had questions such as what color is your bag, and list 3 specific items in the bag:<br />
1. Macintosh Air<br />
2. Green journal filled with writing<br />
3. 1 pair of strappy flat brown sandals.<br />
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According to the young woman at the counter...I would have my bag by 10:00 am tomorrow.<br />
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Looking at the bright side...at least I don't have to unpack tonight.<br />
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<br />Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-74668765729389941222012-01-22T03:08:00.000-08:002012-01-22T06:18:47.245-08:00Do you know the way from San Jose? I've been away so loooooong?It's time to head back home. NOTE TO SELF: Book taxi (cost $30.00 and pay exit fees cost $28 + $3.00 hotel fee) before leaving the country.<br />
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This is the car that picks us up and drops us off to head for the volunteer project. The cost for the round trip is 1250 colones (about $3.25). <br />
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ANOTHER NOTE TO SELF: Not having an opportunity to practice and speak Spanish the past few days was weird. The 2 hours spent at Maximo Nivel at the end of my volunteer day made the day painfully long...but also provided me an opportunity to practice with others who did not speak Spanish.<br />
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Shots of the outside of Maximo Nivel. This is where I caught the shuttle with the other volunteers to go to the orphanage. It's also where I took Spanish lessons for 2 hours each day for the first 5 week days I was in Costa Rica.<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I didn't get my Spanish workbook until the last day of my Spanish class.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The volunteer project that I requested (and was confirmed by Maximo) was not available.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The volunteer project I originally got was much farther away than the 20 minutes by bus. It took almost 90 minutes on very bumpy roads to get to that project.</span></li>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The question is, 'would I recommend Maximo?'...the answer is - "I'm not sure". Other people whom I spoke to had similar experiences as mine. In their defense, the Maximo staff tries hard to be accommodating and helpful. Overall, I would give this experience a B-. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perhaps the most unsettling part of this experience was the fact that the staff at Maximo didn't warn me about the perils of <b>navigating the roundabout </b>(with no stop signs or stop lights). At the very least, they should have suggested that I take a taxi or a bus on my first trip to Maximo from the hotel. This should have been taken into consideration because the people at Maximo are very aware of my back condition. </span></div>
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One of the things that I noticed while in Costa Rica, is that many of the students are well educated. They have strong math and (hand)writing skills. A large number also have a fair command of the English language. Although I requested to work with teenagers, I figured since I had already changed sites once, I'd just stay at Casa de los ninos. If tested against a class of public school children of similar ages, I would be that the Costa Rican children have a better education that public school educated children in the United States (especially Los Angeles).</div>
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The youngsters who came to learn English, had a passion for learning. I was warned that I should only make the lessons 15 minutes in length for each hour we were together. Because I don't like to wait until the last minute to do things...the first day, I put together what I thought would be 3 days of lessons. It turned out to be just short of 1 day. These students reminded me of the Eveready Bunny..they kept going and going....</div>
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They never tire of learning...even during their time out of school .</div>
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Most of the children come for the entire day, yet some come only for lunch and to play outside. Because their is a dearth of toys, some of the volunteers and I got together and purchased some soccer balls for the kids to play with. Because of the dangers of playing in the area between houses, Don Jose (the overseer of the orphanage) made a place for the children to play on the other side of he kitchen.</div>
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The pantry at Casa de los Ninos<br />
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It was truly a pleasure to work with these children. Although I won't be able to keep in contact with my students, I will certainly keep them in my prayers and remember them in my heart. </div>
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This is the park where I catch the bus to go back to the hotel after leaving Maximo Nivel.</div>
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When I left Maximo for the last time, I met a mother and daughter on the bus. This was the first time that I engaged in "real conversation" with follow bus riders. I was sitting on the second row of seats behind the driver to the right. The mother boarded the bus first, looked at me and greeted me. I returned her greeting. The mother took the seat directly behind me...and began chatting in Spanish. I turned around and said, por favor - hablar mas lento (please speak slower). She introduced herself and her daughter. I introduced myself. She asked how long I had been in Costa Rica. I told her that I was here to volunteers. She looked at me and asked, "es ested de Maximo Nivel?" "Si", I replied.</div>
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The mother then told her daughter that I was from Maximo. It turned out that the older woman rents rooms to Maximo students. She told me a bit about her home...and suggested that if I decided to come back for more lessons and live in a home, I should ask for her.</div>
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<br />Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0San Jose, Costa Rica9.9333333 -84.08333339.9020517999999988 -84.122815300000013 9.9646148 -84.0438513tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-57816597701433910922012-01-21T19:47:00.000-08:002012-01-22T06:13:53.864-08:00salir del camino! (Get out the way)Each time I travel in Costa Rica, the sound of horns blowing -- and people screaming various things and offering hand signs (making a fist with the thumb between the middle finger and index is akin to giving the finger) is coupled with the words, "salir del camino" is part of life in Costa Rica. <br />
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As I've been walking down the road, I've seen people who forgot to make a turn...back up down the road until they get to the place they were supposed to turn.<br />
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I know that you can't tell from this picture, but this driver is driving backwards down the road. <br />
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NOTE TO SELF... (and any one who plans on visiting Costa Rica)<br />
When walking:<br />
1. Drivers will not stop for a pedestrian...even if they are backing up. I saw this first hand.<br />
2. Potholes in the road are the norm.<br />
3. There are a number of blind drops from the "street"<br />
4. Make sure you know your landmarks...if not, you WILL get lost!<br />
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This is the "sidewalk" in front of Maximo Nivel"...yes, I said "sidewalk" it's not a road. You can't really see the depth of the drop from this shot...but I've learned not to bring out the camera too often.<br />
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One of the couples at the hotel told me that they got into an accident. The husband said he was slowing down to allow a pedestrian to cross...but the car behind him wouldn't slow down. The car rear ended him. In Los Angeles, the driver that hit the vehicle would have been in trouble. This was not the case in Costa Rica. The police informed the man that he shouldn't have slowed down. <br />
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As for me, there's no way I would rent a car or drive in Costa Rica. The roads are narrow and bumpy, and the drivers are crazy! As I stated earlier, it's not uncommon for a driver to back down the road. I've seen buses and cars jockeying for space on a narrow, one lane road...driving precariously close to each other going in opposite directions. <br />
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Another thing that surprised me...but I don't know why, was seeing peddlers walking between cars selling fruit, tickets, and whole meals. <br />
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<br />Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0Alajuela, Costa Rica10.391583 -84.43827219.392079 -85.701699600000012 11.391087 -83.1748446tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-49781543885646383792012-01-20T21:11:00.000-08:002012-01-20T21:11:00.147-08:00Winding Down...This evening, I had the opportunity to have a real talk with Eduardo (the bartender / waiter). Eduardo is studying to do something in healthcare. Every evening when I walk into the restaurant, Eduardo is reading a "bioliga libra" (biology book). Eduardo noticed my Pepperdine book bag and we began talking about school. In the area where I was staying, there are a number of universities all around.<br />
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Upon entering Hotel de Bergerac, you're directed to the Front Desk.<br />
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Eduardo the evening server / bartender / student<br />
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When I returned to my room to finish packing and ponder about this experience, my mind wandered to the children at Casa de los ninos. My fondness for the two brothers Elkin (8 years old), his brother Guillermo (11 years old) and Esperanza (11 years old) grew with each hour that I spent with them. They were truly grateful for each small kindness I bestowed upon them. Small gifts of coloring books, pencils, paper, gum, chocolate bars, and crackers, brought a glow to their faces that I probably would only have if I won the lottery!<br />
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This is where I spent the first few days<br />
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As I said in an earlier blog, I didn't feel<br />
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seemed unsafe for the children.<br />
The steps were stone (with no railings).<br />
Although the children were fond of running<br />
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Once you pass through the gates at La Carpio, you enter through the yellow building.<br />
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Some of the items I brought with me to give to the children.<br />
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Beans, rice, and mashed potatoes simmering on the stove...before the children arrived.<br />
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All meals are served in bowls with spoons - not disposable cutlery or bowls.<br />
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La Casa de los Ninos is where I spent my volunteer hours.<br />
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These are the homes that the children live in. In the background is a dog training site. (Imagine that). Although it appears to be nearby...it's quite a distance away. <br />
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As you can see, there are no real doors or windows in most of the places these families call home.<br />
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This is where one of the families hangs their clothing to dry.<br />
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Emeila, Elkin, Esperanza (back) and Guillermo's hand (dealing the cards). On my last day, Guillermo taught me how to play "loco ocho" (Crazy 8). I haven't played that game in years. We had a great time. I gave him a deck of cards before I left, although he probably has a deck at home. He is a master dealer...he can take the cards in one hand and shot them over to the other hand without missing a beat or dropping a card.</div>
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<br />Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0La Carpio, Costa Rica9.9611015 -84.1501099.945462 -84.16985 9.976741 -84.130368tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-64756211391606169722012-01-19T09:26:00.000-08:002012-01-19T09:26:00.051-08:00A few more days...left in Costa RicaAh...breakfast al fresca with the sound of water from the fountain. Same traditional breakfast...another beautiful sunny day. Once again, I asked the waiter to skip the papaya juice... he still brought it. Habit I guess. I hate to throw away food (or drink)...but I will (even in a third world country). <br />
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Ah.... internet access again this morning...will wonders never cease....As I dug into my fruit, I began to contemplate how things get done here...especially with "tico time" as the norm. No wonder there are no clocks -- tico time means no hurry. <br />
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MINDLESS BREAKFAST MUSINGS<br />
In Costa Rica, you don't have to see a doctor for every ailment. Simply go to the local farmacia, tell the pharmacist your symptoms and you will get some medicine to cure what ails you. Not that I tried it...but it is an interesting concept. In this case, the pharmacy is part of the gas station.<br />
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There are farmacias every where. In San Jose, there are also lots of colleges and universities, as well as hospitals and clinics. <br />
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<u><b>For those faint of heart, you may want to skip this next section...but I did promise to write about all my musings while in Costa Rica....We're going to the toilet here.</b></u><br />
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The plumbing is not what we (Americans) are accustomed to. Toilet paper is not to be flushed.... Toilet tissue and anything that is NOT HUMAN WASTE, is not to be put in toilet. To that end, I'm sure you can imagine what the smell in a public toilet is likely to be like. Let's end it here...because I just finished breakfast...and want to make sure that I don't get sick to my stomach while blogging about this...and am forced to use a public bathroom. While I'm away from the hotel, I don't drink anything...this alleviates the need for me to have to go inside a public toilet.<br />
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OTHER EARLY MORNING MUSINGS<br />
Costa Rica is very expensive during the tourist season (which is now). Hotel rates go up exponentially during this time of year (like other places -- I guess). <b>NOTE TO SELF:</b> Avoid Costa Rica during their summer season (December - April). <b><i>QUESTION TO SELF</i></b> -- Will you ever fly to Costa Rica again? Answer -- Heck No! Any other trips to Costa Rica will be via cruise...like most of my vacations. <br />
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Not much else to muse about...another day in Costa Rica! It's going to be 84 degrees Fahrenheit.<br />
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Pura Vida!Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-79443289189763862402012-01-18T20:50:00.000-08:002012-01-18T20:50:00.471-08:00What's Going On With You???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Spanish teacher is Angela <i>(pronounced An Hel a)</i>. She is very friendly and speaks to the class in Spanish with a few English words peppered in here and there. Angela is a phenomenal teacher...she makes learning Spanish fun. <br />
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Angela has the blue (Maximo Nivel) shirt on. Charlotte is my classmate; she is from Australia. Charlotte quit her job and decided to take time off to travel the world. Wow!<br />
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It was a very interesting day with the kids. Although there are a number of children in the orphanage...not all of them are interested in learning English. There are a couple of young boys to whom it was apparent had not seen Black people before. It should be noted that in the area that these children live...there are no Blacks (at least I didn't see any). I wasn't surprised when the young boy used the word, "marron" (which means brown) -- I had to ask Angela what this meant. People who don't know your name, will sometimes call you by description in Costa Rica. While this use of the word marron didn't bother me, what did bother me was the fact that the young boy showed me what looked to be a real cell phone. It wasn't. It was a cell phone with a picture of a half-gorilla, half-human. He then looked at me...and pointed at the picture...saying, "esta es" (this is you)...laughing. Although I wanted to say, esto es....I didn't. I grabbed the play phone and took it to Don Jose. Don Jose looked at the picture and apologized to me and demanded that the young boy do the same. Because the youngster knew that if he didn't apologize, he would no longer be able to come to the orphanage to eat and play. He begrudgingly said, "lo siento" (I'm sorry) and ran off. <br />
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One of the other youngsters (Jeffrey) ran after him. I noticed that Jeffrey grabbed a pink piece of paper and a pencil. A few minutes later, the youngster came back with a picture of me that he drew (see below) as an addendum to his apology. <br />
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This is the picture that Jorge drew of me...as an apology. Jorge does not speak English well...he also doesn't seem to have a desire to learn. <br />
<br />Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-38969870650478099772012-01-18T06:53:00.000-08:002012-01-18T06:53:00.757-08:00I've Got a New Attitude!I had a weird dream last night. I dreamed that I was wandering down the road near the orphanage...asking people about the term "Pura Vida" -- which means "pure life". One of the students in my class explained, Elkin -- (my favorite student <i>I can share this -- since it's just me and you) </i>told me in his broken English, that everybody here is poor. We are all the same. Since we are all the same, we are all happy. <br />
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When I awakened from my dream, I realized that the information that came to me in my dream was absolutely right....The majority of the children here seem happy. They are helpful, eager to learn, and appreciative of the little things in life. <br />
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I went to bed wondering about Pura Vida...as I wasn't having such a "pure life" experience on this trip. My subconscious mind was the impetus for the dream...about "pura vida". When I awakened, it seemed that my conscious mind took on more of a "tico" mentality. I made a conscious decision to go with the flow...just like I do in L.A. instead of allowing the small things to bother me while I'm here. Why is it so difficult for me to let things flow here? The answer is simple. I'm out of my element. I don't speak the language...or have anyone to communicate with that really understands me and what I'm saying. Communication -- one of my favorite things to do is a chore here. Perhaps one of the most difficult things that have happened since I've been here (AND YOU KNOW I'VE BEEN THROUGH A LOT), is finding out that my Mother didn't take a trip she was planning with one of her neighbors because she didn't hear from me from Wednesday - Saturday. When I was finally able to get through to Los Angeles, I was surprised that she was still at home. Although my Mom said that she didn't go because she changed her mind, I know the real truth is that she didn't hear from me...so she was worried. Talk about a Mother's love...never dying...<u><b>my Mom is the epitome of Mother's Love</b></u>. I am truly grateful to have such a wonderful Mom and a terrific family!<br />
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Once again, I digress...back to the business of volunteering. Local volunteers are already on site by the time we arrive. Their job is to prepare the food. The volunteers from Maximo Nivel arrive about 30 minutes before the children are allowed to come inside. A couple volunteers fill the plastic cups with the drink that will accompany the meal. There is usually juice in the morning, and chocolate milk or strawberry milk with lunch. The volunteers from Minnesota usually take care of wiping down the stone benches and tables with disinfectant.<br />
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Since I've been coming, my job is to make sure that the children wash their hands before getting in the food line. While I'm working with the first shift of teaching English, other volunteers wash the dishes as the children finish eating.<br />
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Each evening before I turn in for the evening, I put together a series of English lessons based on age and knowledge of English. I spend about 2 hours after dinner putting these lessons together and e-mailing them to Paula - <i>pronounced pal o la</i> (at Maximo) in order that she can make sufficient copies for the next day.<br />
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Here is one of my lesson plans:<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p> (hoy es)</o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p> (tengo ___ hermanos y ___ hermanas)</o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p>(yo vivo con mi) </o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;">My favorite
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<span style="font-size: 16pt;"><o:p>(mi color favorito es el)</o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Monday ______________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Tuesday ______________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Wednesday _____________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Thursday ______________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Friday _______________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Saturday ______________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">Sunday _______________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">February ______________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">March ________________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">April ___________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">May ___________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">June ___________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">July ___________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">August _____________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">September ___________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">October _____________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">November ___________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">December ____________________________________________<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;">The children absolutely love writing. They already know their numbers (in English) and can count as high as you and I. One of their favorite things to do is to practice spelling the numbers. Since I've been working with them...one thing I've noticed is that their handwriting is excellent and their spelling is above normal.</span></div>
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</div>Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-54779069540611826592012-01-17T19:09:00.000-08:002012-01-17T19:09:00.655-08:00Cepillarse los dientes -- (brush your teeth)Many of the children who live in and around the orphanage are glad to receive any new thing...I guess like most kids. Some students from a dental school in Northern California decided it would be a good idea to teach the children at Casa de los ninos how to brush their teeth. <br />
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As Cohort 2 (Pepperdine) discussed many times, sometimes we (the so called American saviors) rush to provide help...not knowing the true situation. This was one such case. The (dental hygiene) students came in with dental floss, toothbrushes, and toothpaste. They were under the impression that because the children were poor, they didn't have access to dental care or know how to properly, brush and floss. Nevertheless, the children really enjoyed receiving new dental supplies.<br />
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This is the way you brush your teeth...<br />
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Don Jose is the man who runs the orphanage - as well as opens this space to the children who live nearby. The two parents shown in this picture sometimes eat with the children...but are mostly there to make sure that their children participate in the Spanish lessons. (This is vacation time for the children -- similar to our summer vacation. They don't go back to school until February)<br />
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Now it's time to floss...<br />
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The youngsters were very happy to get their new dental supplies. The children are grateful for every thing they receive. <i>I wish my kids were like this when they were growing </i><i>up</i><b> :-)</b><br />
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Students in Costa Rica are given free dental and health care. I spoke with a number of these children. They have all been to the dentist -- as it's part of their education. The youngsters advised me that dentists and other healthcare workers provide treatment and care as part of the educational process. (I was really surprised by this) <br />
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Even though these youngsters are poor...they always report to Casa de los ninos in clean clothes and appear to have good dental and physical hygiene.<br />
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<br />Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-11256852034510046292012-01-17T04:12:00.000-08:002012-01-17T14:48:15.451-08:00Lunes en Costa RicaAnother bus ride to Maximo Nivel to drop off my laptop and pick up my passport to grab a few colones. Instead of having lots of money on me..I go to the bank a few times a week to trade dollars for colones. I'm finding that even though prices in Costa Rica aren't "cheap"...I don't have need for lots of cash.<br />
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I am leaving a bit earlier this morning than usual...as I want to try to log in to the Pepperdine session...the internet connection has been very sporadic since my arrival. <br />
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My day begins with breakfast in the hotel..usually the garden (as the weather is usually quite nice). No cost, as the traditional breakfast is part of the cost of staying in the hotel ($107.00 per night + 13% taxes and 10% server fee for all meals and drinks). I eat a tuna kit (shown earlier) for lunch -- no cost, as I packed these before heading out of the states. Dinner is the most expensive part of my day. If I'm hungry, I'll ask for the special...as long as there's no meat in it....Since, I've been here, I've tried the specials a few times. As I blogged about earlier...the meat tastes off...so I try to stick with meatless dishes. If the special for the day is chicken, meat, or fish I'll stick with my favorite soupa de frijol nego. <br />
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Even though this doesn't look that great...it's really quite tasty...the spices make it (but I could do without the 1/2 of boiled egg floating in it. <br />
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Nothing special to report today...another long day working with very grateful children, happy to learn English and get filling meals.<br />
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After washing their hands...and drying them on the same red towel...the children stand in line to patiently await their meal. They usually have the traditional breakfast of fruit, rice and beans with juice or milk. For lunch, they usually have rice and beans and mashed potatoes with some type of meat, either pork sausage or chicken. Before they leave, they are usually given cold cereal and milk, a cookie, or fruit snack. Most of these children live with both parents and a host of siblings.<br />
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I couldn't even send my lesson plan to Paula to copy for me...as I kept getting booted off the site. Hopefully, the connection will be better at the Maximo Nivel office...<br />
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Pura Vida!<br />
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I ran out of space in my journal so I went out to buy a new one. At first I went to the "so called" outlet mall and was told that a small notebook costs about $6.00 (AMERICAN -- you've got to be kidding!). I gave the notebook back to the sales person and hopped back on the bus. I figured I'd go to the Auto A&M Mercado. This is a supermarket in Costa Rica...not as inexpensive as Mas X Menos ("X" is pronounced por) and means More For Less in English. Mas X Menos is owned by Wal-Mart and is the least expensive store in the city. I thought I had a picture of Mas X Menos, but I guess I didn't get a great shot.<br />
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When I arrived to the store, I noticed three teenage boys. What drew them to my attention, I don't know...but you know how my intuition is. Each time I went down an aisle...they went down the same aisle. One was precariously close to me. <br />
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I picked up a spiral bound notebook, 2 packs of Trident gum (for the children), a 12 pack of Ritz crackers, and two 600 ml bottles of water. When I headed to the cashier, one of the bigger teens got into the line behind me and stood less than 3 inches behind me. (I had already been warned about gangs of teens...and knew that I should only bring what I thought I was going to spend). I felt his hot breath on my neck...and felt uncomfortable...yet angry that he would think that I looked like an easy mark. I turned around...looked him directly in his eyes and asked in a loud voice....por que mi seguen (why are you following me? --at least that's what I hope I said :-) . He shrugged his shoulder -- and didn't say anything. <br />
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To be honest, I was more angry than frightened...those youngsters didn't look menacing to me. I chalked up their behavior to need rather than greed. However, those youngsters didn't know "yo so de la hood" (I'm from the hood" -- well sorta the hood" -- well....maybe close to the hood)<br />
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The cashier called the security guard over....the asked me where I was going. I told him Le Bergerac...which was only 4 or 5 blocks away. He said something very quickly to the boy...and then made sure that they walked the opposite way that I was walking. <br />
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The total cost for my goods was 5,285 colones (about $10.50)<br />
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</span>Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-90807658626083622672012-01-16T05:45:00.000-08:002012-01-16T05:45:40.927-08:00Mas Dia en Costa RicaYesterday, I went to the "Artist Mart". It was quite an experience getting there. Although there are buses every where, it seems that nearly every single bus is nearly full to capacity when it gets to my stop. Why oh why...am I so close to the end of the line??? Yet there is always a silver lining...sometimes, you just have to run fast to catch it. The silver lining in this case, is that if you run down the road a kilometer or so (a bit over a 1/2 mile) you can catch the bus around the corner before it gets too crowded. <br />
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I've been here a week and have finally found out the bus system. Although there are people on every bus stop -- it seems that some of the people are actually working. I don't know how they get paid, but their job is to whistle when a full bus; this whistle signals the next bus to come forward. The strange thing is that all of the buses have their doors open at all times...which means you can select the bus in the back if you want to sit near the front. The line of buses always ends around a corner. <br />
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Another thing I noted about the buses in Costa Rica, is that if you don't see the front of the bus, and already know the color...you could end up anywhere. For example, in order to get to the "Artist Mart" today, I have to cross the street from my hotel, wait for a red bus that has the words, "American University X San Jose ("X" is pronounced as por which means "by" in English) in essence, American University by San Jose. As I blogged about earlier, there are no street signs in the part of San Jose where I'm staying. It's a wonder mail is every properly delivered here. Since I've been here, I've never seen a person who delivers mail. I think people and businesses have to pick up their mail from the post office..as there are no real addresses, or consistent placement or order of numbers on businesses.<br />
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The first time I tried to get from point A to point B, I was totally lost. Walk down about 4 kilometers which would take a fast walker (like me) about 30 minutes, or a slow walker about 50 minutes, pass under the bridge...run across the roundabout, go about 1 more kilometer (7 minutes for a fast walker and 13 minutes for a slow walker), and make a right at the gas station. The person who gave me these directions gave me kilometers (vs miles) with a walking time frame. I must be a super fast walker...because the first time I ventured out alone, I realized that it took me about 20 minutes to walk 4 kilometers...thank God for my pedometer (coupled with my basic math knowledge at thanks to my math teach at Clay Junior High). <br />
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Back to my trip to the "Artist Mart". I was able to see the front of the first bus...but just in case, I practiced the following phrase in case I was unable to read the front of the bus. <i>este autobus va de 1860 Mercado? </i> That was my backup question...just in case I couldn't see the front of the bus. After safely boarding the first bus and paying my fare of 210 colones, pass the big church, and continue walking a few blocks until I pass the second Mercado 1860 (there are two 1860 Mercados about 4 blocks past the first one), sound confusing huh???? Just try doing it in a foreign country with a limited knowledge of the language...and no street signs -- only landmarks, while simultaneously trying not to look like a tourist (aka target).<br />
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I board the second bus which is yellow. I was warned to make sure that I was standing in front of the bus in order that I could read the sign. I was warned that under no conditions was I to get on the bus that says "Carpio X Utica"...I was to board the yellow bus that says "Carpio X Pista". This bus would take me to the museum with the large steel Christmas tree in front of the park (my landmark). The question of the hour...how to make sure that I'm standing in front of all buses coming my way...as the writing is only on the front of the bus. Think about this...the only way I could tell I'm on the right bus, is by putting my life in danger by standing on the street. The only other option is to read Spanish backwards..and hope that not many people are behind me if I accidentally get on the wrong bus and have to back off. Some readers may say, just ask the bus driver....well, I tried that, can you imagine the bus driver not understanding Spanish.....(well my Spanish that is)...<i>hasta donde llega este autovus va?</i><br />
That was my backup question...just in case I couldn't see the front of the bus. I had to make absolutely, positively sure that I got on the correct bus going back to the hotel. <br />
I was told that if I fell asleep on the first bus I should stay on the bus until the end. The first thing I wondered what how could bus riders possibly fall asleep in Costa Rica? The rides are rocky and filled with the cacophony of horns blowing, curses, quick turns and stops -- I certainly couldn't rest while aboard a bus -- or in a car here...) I should ride the bus to the end of the line and walk back to the steel Christmas tree. When I asked why should I ride to the end instead of getting off at the next stop, I was told that the area between the Christmas tree stop and the last stop was filled with youngsters who snatch and grab the possessions of people who are getting off the bus. For some reason, these youngsters "aka thugs" (my name for them) don't bother people getting on the bus...only off. Costa Rica...what a place. I'm still trying to understand where the "Pura Vida" (pure life) comes from.<br />
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....Back from the "Artist Mart"....not a great day for bargain hunting. Too many people to haggle effectively. I purchased a few small handmade trinkets for some of my co-workers...but I was hesitant to buy some of the larger items...as I was concerned about getting them safely back to the hotel. <br />
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Happy to be back in the folds of the Hotel le Bergerac...Going to shower...and go down for a bowl of black bean soup with rice.<br />
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Pura Vida!Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-42619227417616928922012-01-15T10:43:00.000-08:002012-01-15T10:43:28.313-08:00Up Before the Sun TodaySometimes I forget that Costa Rica is a third world country...that is until we go days without Internet connection. For the pas t few days there was no connection at the hotel or at Maximo Nivel....this morning, I found out that the local bar has free wi-fi if you make a purchase. The waiter/bartender offered me a choice between cerveza with rice and beans or sopa with wine...I pass..and head back to the hotel to put away my iPad.
RANDOM THOUGHT
The Internet service in Costa Rica sucks! Most of my blog thoughts are written in longhand which forces me to transcribe later. While is process may work - it is very time consuming. I hate to waste time.
Today is a day off (sort of) -- so I'm going to take the bus to the local art market where the locals sell and trade their work.
My plan is to catch up with some of my blogs later today. A lot has happened since I've been here. Some good - some not so good - some funny and some thought provoking.
More laterHypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-61297248195940868712012-01-15T09:12:00.001-08:002012-01-15T09:12:57.253-08:00Finally, Internet connection again....Sometimes I forget that Costa Rica is a theIrd world country...that is until we go days without Internet connection. For the pas t few days there was no connection at the hotel or at Maximo Nivel....this morning, I found out that the local bar has free wi-fi if you make a purchase. The waiter/bartender offered me a choice between cerveza with rice and beans or sopa with wine...I pass..and head back to the hotel to put away my iPad.
RANDOM THOUGHT
The Internet service in Costa Rica sucks! Most of my blog thoughts are written in longhand which forces me to transcribe later. While is process may work - it is very time consuming. I hate to waste time.
Today is a day off (sort of) -- so I'm going to take the bus to the local art market where the locals sell and trade their work.
My plan is to catch up with some of my blogs later today. A lot has happened since I've been here. Some good - some not so good - some funny and some thought provoking.
More laterHypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-82414369041637338812012-01-11T08:20:00.000-08:002012-01-11T08:20:41.809-08:00Donde es...Buenas dias!<br />
It's a beautiful day in Costa Rica. I got up with the sunrise -- took care of my ablutions...then headed downstairs for the traditional Costa Rican breakfast. The fruit today was superb...the sunshine is always an added bonus. Today, I did something a bit different than usual. I was determined to speak only Spanish during breakfast. What an experience. Thank God that the servers remembered how I normally like my breakfast. The only thing I had to say was, agua por favor...as this was the first time I didn't have bottled water with me. I figured it's safe...as I've been drinking coffee since I got here. Pray for me!<br />
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As I was finishing breakfast, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and ask where could I purchase a journal similar to the one I have. This is what I said, "donde comprar a diario parcido..." <i>then I pointed to my journal. </i> Well...that wasn't quite right. The server understood my request, but I was unable to understand what he said. He suggested that I ask the front desk. He also told me how I should say it....the donde part was right...but after that I was lost. I'll ask my Spanish teacher when I have my lesson later today. At this point, I wish that I'd signed up for more than 1 week of Spanish lessons....but my volunteer schedule makes it impossible to squeeze in more time.<br />
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After breakfast, I hoped on the bus. It cost 210 colones to ride, which is about (.42). Although I want to take pictures of the bus stops and people boarding and exiting...my guide suggested that I 'don't act too touristy...by taking pictures of normal every day activities'. To that end, I'll have to try to find time to take pictures when the bus stops are that crowded...which is rare...as most people travel by bus or by walking. This is definitely a walking city....and I'm a walking fool! If I didn't have to navigate the treacherous roundabout, I would definitely walk to Maximo every day. Although I feel safe on the bus, I enjoy walking so much more.<br />
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Today, I'm going to have a new assignment...working with older children. I'm excited about this...although working with young children for the past few days was okay...those of you who know me (personally) know that I don't have an interest in young children (unless of course it's my own little cutie pie CJ). More about my adventures with older children later today or tomorrow.<br />
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Ah...I finally learned how to add pictures into my blog. This way, those who are not face book friends can see them also.<br />
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A few days ago, I blogged about the fact that Pizza Hut has special delivery scooters...here's a picture.<br />
With prices so high...I wonder how often these scooters are on the road...I doubt if I could afford to have any thing delivered here. <br />
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Pictures in my first room which are for sale by local Costa Rican artists.<br />
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This is the room I stayed in during my first night here. It was the original place I was to stay at...but Maximo Nivel forgot to make my reservations.<br />
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Each room at a specific name<br />
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Internet service here is painfully slow...to that end, I've taken to writing in my blog and transcribing later. By the way, every room has a key that corresponds to the room (Don Julio -- "J" key)<br />
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This was "breakfast" which was served the first day I was there...some kind of jelly and bread cut from a loaf...you know I had to have my black coffee...or somebody would not be happy. <br />
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More art for sale on the walls of the first place I stayed. Most of the art (I believe) was done by children...but I could be wrong.<br />
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This is the place I opted for...it's a bit more expensive than the other 3 places the staff at Maximo showed me...but I feel much more comfortable here. (See previous blogs)<br />
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Don't you just love this staircase?<br />
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Eduardo is the dinner time waiter / bartender. He speaks a small amount of English...<br />
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My first Costa Rican dinner (as recommended by Eduardo)....arroz con pollo with pompa frites<br />
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The traditional Costa Rican breakfast (fresh fruit, bread, juice, eggs, black beans and rice, and plantains)....much different than the continental breakfast offered at the first place. (Read my previous blog for my thoughts on this)<br />
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Heading to my site the first day...this picture was taken from the bus. Unfortunately, this was a much longer bus ride than I was promised when I signed up. To that end, I'm changing sites today (Wednesday) to a closer site working with youngsters in the age group I requested and was assured of. (More about that on previous blogs as well)<br />
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This is the amusement park...we passed on the way to the site. It's like Disneyland...but much smaller.<br />
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Believe it or not...this is not a construction site. It's the actual church (when the children from the orphanage come to learn). It quite dangerous for these young children to run up and down the steps with no railings...yet they show no fear...and even play tag going up and down the cement steps...and sitting on the ledges...I volunteered here 2 days...but it's not for the faint of heart. <br />
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After climbing the cement steps...you get to the church...This is where the "real work" of teaching English begins. <br />
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These are colones...it cost 210 colones to ride most of the buses...That equates to about .42 cents.<br />
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Today's exchange rate is 512 colones to $1.00. Yesterday, the rate was 528 colones per dollar. I'm glad that I went to the bank yesterday. The banks here are heavily guarded...2 guards before you get in. Once you pass through the metal detector, you are given a number, then take a seat (similar to being at the DMV or AAA) and wait until your number is called.<br />
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This is one of the vendors whom I purchased some hand made souvenirs from. Before she allowed me to take her picture...she had to put on full make up. <br />
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This is my typical lunch at the orphanage. Although we were offered half a sandwich as a thank you for volunteering, I opted to eat the tuna that I brought. I'm glad I brought it because for the first 36 hours in Costa Rica, I lived off my tuna kits.<br />
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As of yesterday, this is the best meal I've had in Costa Rica, Black Bean Soup with a side order of rice. (See my earlier blog regarding my feelings about the toast points -- in the background....YUCK)<br />
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This is one of the most interesting things about my hotel room. The door and windows open. They have fresh plants outside...but the door and windows are only accessible from the room. If you look up to the ceiling...you'll only see a stucco roof. To the left of the doorway which is open in this picture is a stone wall. To the right of the window (which is open in this picture) is another wall. <br />
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That's all I got for now...The bus should be here shortly to pick us up for the volunteer project. Hopefully, this one meets my requests. <br />
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Pura Vida!Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-61217682479921488942012-01-10T18:12:00.000-08:002012-01-10T18:29:49.168-08:00From Dawn to Dusk in Costa RicaAh...I'm awake feeling refreshed and relaxed and getting ready to enjoy my first "typical breakfast" which includes, coffee, mango juice (yuck!), fresh fruit (pineapple, watermelon, and red papaya), a toasted English muffin (with yellow jelly and red jelly and orange looking butter/margarine)... See picture on Facebook.<div><br /></div><div>One thing I noticed Sunday night (remember, my on-line blogging is a couple of days behind -- because of painfully slow internet connections here) is that the olives had a taste unfamiliar to me, and the ketchup was thinner and a bit sweeter than what I'm accustomed to (PASS). Other difference, I notice while on the walking tour on Sunday was that the gas stations actually had uniformed attendants pumping the petrol (See Facebook pictures). There were also no gas prices posted. When I asked our guides what the price of gas is, because neither of them drive, they were unable to say. Another difference, is that Pizza Hut delivers on "red" motorcycles with attachments that can accommodate about 3 pizzas on the back. (See Facebook pictures).</div><div><br /></div><div>Well....well...well...my English muffin has arrived -- as I've already finished my fruit, tasted and rejected the juice, and enjoyed 2 cups of strong black coffee. Hey....where are the nooks and crannies? Well...nobody said the muffin was Thomas'...well...here goes. Interesting - but nothing I can't live without. I tasted a bit of each of the jellies (yellow and red). I thought they were apricot and strawberry, but the taste was unfamiliar. Although the consistency was the same as jelly in the United States...but I'm not a fan at home either (PASS).</div><div><br /></div><div>A few minutes after the bread was served, a steaming plate of scrambled eggs, fried plantains, and rice and black beans arrived. The beans and rice were perfecto! The eggs were scrambled to perfection. The plantains were cold....(PASS on the Plantains). I can't believe how much food is provided...but then the price at this place "ain't cheap."</div><div><br /></div><div>My plan is to leave the hotel at 7:30 am for the 30 minute walk to Maximo Nivel. The directions seem relatively easy; turn right as I exit the hotel...walk until I see the big mall...make a right at the mall...then a left at the first gas station. Costa Rica doesn't have street signs....or many street lights. I was reminded to watch out for strangers and be careful of cars...as the drivers are very impatient. The staff at Maximo also reminded me not to bring my passport or any valuables with me. There suggestion was to carry about 5,000 colones ($10.00) and a copy of my passport as I was walking from place to place, unless I was going to a nice restaurant or shopping. </div>Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-7811672135051423932012-01-10T11:09:00.000-08:002012-01-10T18:09:26.095-08:00Another Day in Costa RicaAh breakfast...the most important meal of the day, consists of chunks of watermelon and pineapple, with coffee (nice and strong) and dry cereal. I never say the milk. Carbs, carbs, and more carbs....who doesn't need them? Join me as I scream, "ME!".<div><br /></div><div>Before I left LA, I packed some tuna kits...after all, you never can be too safe. Good thing I did!</div><div><br /></div><div>Time is really (NOT) flying. Looking at my computer, I saw the time was 7:26 am. I thought my computer automatically reset to Costa Rican time....it didn't. I waited another 90 minutes to call Paula 506 8604 7057 when I could have called her at 7:26 am...as it was really 9:26 am.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I was waiting....I tried to check out a couple of web-sites for new lodging...and perhaps a cell phone (cellphonescr.com). The Hotel Plaza Real Apartment and Suites seemed like a reasonable alternative. I'll ask Paula what she knows about it when I speak with her. </div><div><br /></div><div>At 9:05 am (by the time on my computer), I called Paula. She told me that she would come right over and straighten things out. Paula appeared about 20 minutes later. She informed me that she found a hotel about 15 minutes on the other side of Maximo Nivel. Although Paula told me that she'd never seen the place in person...she checked out the web-site, and it looked fine. I looked at the posted pictures on the web and thought that it might do for an alternative. According to Paula, the driver would arrive at 1:30 pm to pick me up. He would take me to orientation for 2:00 pm and from there we would head to the new hotel.</div><div><br /></div><div>Paula gave the orientation...and advised me that Mario (another Maximo team member) would ride with me to my site. I was to report to Maximo at 8:00 am tomorrow (Monday 1/9/12) morning. From there, we would take the bus to Casa de Oracion. Casa de Oracion is at a church.</div><div><br /></div><div>During the orientation, we took a Spanish proficiency test. This test was no joke. There wasn't a single "donde es...", "hola", "gracias", "cuantos" or any other word I vaguely recognized on the test. I'm sure you'll be surprised to learn that I scored a whopping (GOOSE EGG!). </div><div><br /></div><div>There were 3 parts to the test. The first part involved reading a story in Spanish and answering questions (all in Spanish) afterwards. The only part of the test that I (think) I answered correctly were "nombre" (name) and "feche" (date) - which I wrote the American way vs the Latin American way. At least they should have given me partial credit.</div><div><br /></div><div>The second part of the test was listening to two people have a conversation. When their conversation paused, we were supposed to write the answer to the question that was asked during the conversation The only thing I coul do at this point was write down the only Spanish words I know...."hola que tal, bien y tu, mi llamo", etc. I wrote down the words I understood and some phrases until this part of the test was over.</div><div><br /></div><div>The third and final part of the exam involved me speaking in Spanish. The instructor asked me a question in Spanish and I was to provide the answer. Believe you me, the questions weren't things like, "Que hora es?" I still don't know what she said...every time she paused and look at me expectantly, I said, "que?". That wasn't right - because she thought I was asking her to repeat the question, which she did. Then I got smart and simply answered, "Que lastima!" I don't know what that means either...but I felt very international when I said it.</div><div><br /></div><div>After the miserable Spanish exam, we took a walking tour around the Maximo offices. If only the neighborhood were as nice as the office. Alas, that was not so. The roads / streets have no signs and they are unpaved; causing mere mortals to walk with their heads down so as not to fall. This of course is not good when safety is a concern...which of course it is.</div><div><br /></div><div>After the walking tour, the driver came to take me to the hotel where I was to spend the rest of my time. The second hotel was about 15 minutes (by car) from the Maximo office. As such, it was relatively close to "the outlet mall" (more about that later) and down the street from a Mas X Menos (pronounced Mas Por Menos) -- which is a chain owned by Wal-Mart. In essence Mas X Menos is Wal-Mart here. It is the largest and least expensive market in the city according to the locals. Additionally, there are a number of fast food places (called "sodas") around time. A soda is a place where you can get meat, beans, rice, and salad for less than 21,000 colons ($4.00). Back to the hotel called something like Apartametos y Hotel... This place is a dive, spelled with a capital "D". The smell was horrible! It reminded me of old meat. When I was shown to the room that Maximo had reserved, I realized that the smell may have been coming from the room, which is upstairs from the lobby. The bed looked like a homicide recently took place -- and the police removed the 'caution tape' but forgot to take the evidence (bloody blanket) with them. The kitchen had a refrigerator that easily was older than my grandmother...and the stove was even more ancient. I wish I had my wits about me...but I was in such a hurry to get out of that place, I didn't think to snap a picture.</div><div><br /></div><div>Paula, the driver and I headed to their next choice. According to Paula, she doesn't know anything about the next spot, but she was sure it was better than the one we just left. So off we went. </div><div><br /></div><div>The third place was definitely note the proverbial charm. There was some sort of animal (I won't say rodent....but....) guarding the room they assigned me to. There was a look in the creatures eyes of "I dare you to to open the door"...Guess what, I didn't take it up on it's dare. I didn't even bother looking back to see where Paula was. At that point I was ready to head back to the good US of A.</div><div><br /></div><div>Paula said that she knew of a place that her parents stayed when they were in Costa Rica in November. She assured me that even though it was farther away and twice the money, I would be happy. "Sure," I said. After all, if her parents stayed there it must be okay. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once we arrived at LeBergerac, I must say I was impressed with the interior. It seemed nice, comfortable and clean. Plus it had a restaurant on site, which meant that I wouldn't have to go out in search of a hot meal.</div><div><br /></div><div>While the property is small (and in a residential area), as are all of the lodgings Maximo provides, the higher price includes free wi-fi, and a free "traditional breakfast".</div><div><br /></div><div>It's now about 5:30 pm (which is the time the sun sets in Costa Rica). I'm starving. I haven't eater in 24 hours....I'm tired frustrated, and feel dirty. I'm still seeking my joy...and determined to find it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Low and behold, after a nice shower (it only took the water a minute to warm up), I began heading to the restaurant, when I ran across a number of hidden sanctuaries to relax in. A weary traveler can enjoy watching the sun rise or set in the various spaces complete with benches and tables. (These, I took pictures off -- see Facebook).</div><div><br /></div><div>After snapping a few pictures of the hotel and amenities, I made it to the restaurant. Here goes nothing...I ordered the house specialty (arroz con pollo) which came with pompas fritas (french fries) as suggested by the combination bartender/waiter. </div><div><br /></div><div>While waiting for the food to arrive, I had a chance to review the past 24 hours....hmmmm let's see: </div><div>1. Missing Cell Phone</div><div>2. No Room at the Inn</div><div>3. Gunfire or some such noise while I was trying to rest my first night.</div><div>4. 3 failed attempts at finding a place to stay while volunteering in Costa Rica.</div><div><br /></div><div>It can only go up from here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ah...here comes some food. Eduardo (the combination waiter/bartender) brought some garlic bread points...that smelled good. I tasted one....Not as good as they smelled - they tasted a bit tinny to me...PASS on this one. </div><div><br /></div><div>The next sound I heard was that of the beeping of a microwave...I hope it's not my food! Can you imagine eating (Mrs. Stouffers) Costa Rican Food in a (pseudo) French restaurant. </div><div><br /></div><div>....Still waiting for my food....perhaps tomorrow I'll eat elsewhere and settle for Happy Hour drinks and food instead. Just a thought. At least the food is not microwaved...as I'm sure it would have been done by now. Still waiting... </div><div><br /></div><div>One thing I noticed about Costa Rica is that they're in no hurry to take down the Christmas decorations. (Tico time???) I spoke with one of the locals about this. They said that since Costa Ricans don't celebrate Thanksgiving...and New Year' is very small. Once 1 Novembre arrives, they began decorating for Christmas. The decorations only come down, when thy begin to look "ratty". </div><div><br /></div><div>On another note, Costa Rica has a large amount of original art and handicrafts in nearly every building I've visited thus far. While I'm waiting, I'll share another interesting Costa Rican fact; there's a number of English speaking channels (3 or 4) with Spanish sub-titles. Just some mindless observations. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ah...dinner is served. The arroz con pollo is fair...nothing that I'll order again..but while I'm here, my plan is to try something different every night.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pura Vida!</div>Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-33567746609150891092012-01-10T07:26:00.000-08:002012-01-10T07:48:47.118-08:00My arrival in Costa RicaI went through customs relatively quickly...however, it would have been faster if I had known where the poace I'm staying actually was. Thank goodness I had a 24 hour phone number for the Maximo Nivel office.<div><br /></div><div>Once I exited the airport, I saw a woman holding a card with my name on it. she didn't speak a word of English...thankfully her espousa (that's Spanish for husband -- for those non-Spanish speakers), spoke a few words of English. We were able to communicate in broken Spanish (me), broken English (him) and pantomines (all of us).</div><div><br /></div><div>Even though they were assigned to pick me up from the airport, they didn't drive. Their job was simply to wait at the airport with me until a rojo (red) official taxi arrived. While we were waiting, I sent a few text messages to my family to let them know of my save arrival. I also took a few pictures of my makeshift seat cover...with my iPhone...as I'm sure no one would believe what happened.</div><div><br /></div><div>When the taxi finally arrived...remember in Costa Rica -- they have what is commonly called "tico time" which is probably the same as CP time. In essence, nearly everyone is between 15 and 45 minutes late. </div><div><br /></div><div>I arrived at the home at about 7:30 pm. Before going to the house I was to stay at, the driver apologized that he firt must take me to Maximo Nivel office to pick up my welcome package, which contained a map of the city, and a sheet of paper stating that I was to meet at the office tomorrow (Sunday) at 2:00 pm for my Spanish test and official assignment.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because it was dark when I arrived at the home, I didn't get a chance to really explore. It seemed closed to downtown...and a short walk (about 2 miles) the the Maximo Nivel office.</div><div><br /></div><div>The first mishap I had in Costa Rica occurred when I attempted to check in. There was no reservation under my name. The home which had 8 or 9 bedrooms and bathrooms (a former mansion) was solidly booked! The man on duty informed me that there was a room available for the night, but I would have to check out early...because the person who reserved the room would arrive by 9:00 am.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was so tired, that one night was fine with me at that point. The driver called Paula at Maximo Nivel. She promised to straighten everything out for me early the next day. Paula explained that she would be in the office at 9:00 am...she asked me to call her in the morning.</div><div><br /></div><div>The room I was assigned is on the second floor...Don Julio (see pictures on my Facebook account). When I opened the door, I noticed that the room was clean, yet well worn, and seemed relatively comfortable. Because I was only staying one night...I only needed to unpack the basics...some toiletries and sleepwear.</div><div><br /></div><div>I started the shower going and less than 10 minutes later, warm water was running. At first I thought I had mixed up the shower knobs...but when I checked, the blue knob was ice cold...brrrr. </div><div><br /></div><div>After my ablutions were finished, I decided to send a few more text messages. I searched and searched and searched...but alas, my cell phone was gone! I double checked my carry-on, then check my suitcase...to no avail. I began to head downstairs to see if the taxi driver turned in my phone...or perhaps I left it in the lounge...when all of a sudden the silence was pierce with the sounds of dogs barking, rat-a-tat-tat sounds, and screaming. I hoped that the noise was simply additional holiday celebrations...as I noticed that the streets still had Christmas decorations...as did the house I was in. Instead of heading downstairs....I thought I'd stay away from the windows...and pray that what I heard was celebratory.</div><div><br /></div><div>A few minutes later, I grabbed my laptop and saw that my oldest son was on-line. We began to IM each other. I explained what was going one with my iPhone and the noise outside. He asked how well I had vetted the organization and place I was staying. We went back and forth for a few minutes. He urged me to try to find my phone...finally (about 30 minutes later) the noises stopped. Unfortunately, my phone was nowhere to be found.</div><div><br /></div><div>I slept fitfully my first night in Costa Rica.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pura Vida</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-51015147989229740582012-01-08T11:18:00.000-08:002012-01-08T11:39:23.758-08:00From Miami to Costa RicaI'm seated comfortably in a dry seat (3 F) en route to Costa Rica from Miami. Unlike my previous seat mate, this guy is not going to be much of a talker. He has a nice thick book to keep him company...Good for me. He also doesn't seem to be particularly happy to have me as a seat mate...but maybe that's just me.<div><br /></div><div><i>5 minutes later...</i>.Well, well, well - my intuition continues to serve me well. My seat mate asked if I would switch seats with his wife who was in 5A. How could I say no. My new seat mate appears to be a man with receding salt and pepper hair (probably late 40's). It turns out he owns an engineering company and is headed to Costa Rica to celebrate one of his friends 50th birthday. </div><div><br /></div><div>As we were awaiting take-off, my thoughts returned to "Dolphin Tale", the in-flight movie from the first leg of this journey. I slept through about 90% of that movie. Sometimes, it's better to watch a movie like I watch professional sports...viewing the highlights on the 10:00 o'clock news is sufficient for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Good Lord! They must have the air conditioning turned all the way to "super freeze" on this plane. We haven't even taken off yet...and everyone is reaching for blankets and taking coats from the overhead compartments. Thank God...that blast of air only last a few minutes :-()</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the captain....'we'll be in Costa Rica in 2 hours and 38 minutes'. Oh Joy! Once there, I'll be met by one of the team members of Maximo Nivel (the organization that found the volunteer opportunity, arranged lodging, will provide Spanish lessons, and provided lots of information about Costa Rican customs).</div><div><br /></div><div>So much Spanish...so little understanding (on my part). Although I'm able to catch a word here and there, I wonder how I'll be able to get along with just my Spanish / English -- English / Spanish dictionary. Will I encounter much difficulty getting from point A to point B? How concerned should I be with the safety issues that I've read about. Now I hope I won't have to break out in my Tae Kwon Do moves -- especially my favorite, "chop, spin, and kick"....or better yet, what if I'm forced to let the South Central slip out. (I know it's in there somewhere)...or if not, I can channel the ghost of Tokie. He'll protect me.</div><div><br /></div><div>For those ot in the "know"...Tokie was one of the original crips. While in prison, he wrote children's books. A few years ago, he was put to death by the State of California. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't believe in capital punishment...and I feel sad each time I hear that an inmate is put to death. Some may ask...how would you feel if _____(fill in the blank), killed, raped, mutilated, robbed, etc your ______(fill in the blank). My answer would be the same..."vengence is mine, saith the Lord". I know that we're all going to die...but knowing the day, time, and place of your death must be more than just a little disconcerting (for innocents and the guilty). I'd like to think that 'my house is in order'. So when my Father comes to bring me home, the first words I'll hear are, "well done, my good and faithful servant". But alas, I've always heard that God takes the best first...I'll probably get to be as old as Methusela :-)</div><div><br /></div><div>However, I did pray for traveling grace before I left.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time...</div><div><br /></div>Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-86136637710634417332012-01-08T09:48:00.000-08:002012-01-08T11:17:07.718-08:00On the way to San Jose (Costa Rica) that is...After kissing my family "adios" that's Spanish for those who are not bi-lingual like me :-)<div>I'm heading to LAX for the first leg of my flight to Miami, FL, where I'll spend a little time with my cousin before the next leg of the journey takes me to Costa Rica. </div><div><br /></div><div>Checking in and going through customs was a breeze. It took less than 5 minutes for the entire process, including removing shoes, and taking my laptop out of the case. A few minutes after I was dropped off at LAX, I was sipping free drinks in the Admiral's lounge. The beginning of a perfect trip...or so I thought...</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I forgot to charge my laptop before I left...which meant I wasn't able to take advantage of the free wi-fi...but nevertheless, I had my trusty pen and journal. NOTE TO SELF- <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Next time pack the power cord with the carryon instead of in the suitcase. This meant that I had two options, people watch or write in my journal. Since I was alone...I began scribbling away. A few minutes later a family of three came in. A young boy who appeared to be about 8 years old, his older sister who looked to be about 12, and the father (probably 40 something). This family seems very dysfunctional. The father spoke to the young girl in what may have been Korean. She replied in English in a very surly and disrespectful manner. It amazed me was berating her father because she had to pack her "old clothes with her new clothes" int he same bag. She showed a total lack of respect for her father. If that were me and my Mom or Dad...they would have gladly knocked my "butt" deep into the next week; first of all for the tone, secondly, for poking my lips out, and finally for embarrassing them.</div><div><br /></div><div>A few minutes later, the mom arrives. Although the young girl was still pouting...she became quiet when mom (perhaps the disciplinarian of the family...) arrived. The next words from the girl's mouth (to both parents) was pleasant and respectful....The young girl's attitude completed changed. </div><div><br /></div><div>About 15 or 20 minutes later, an elderly Black couple arrived. They appeared to be in their late 70's. They came in holding hands and acting like newly weds. Now, this is a family I can strike up a conversation with. I love happy people...and this couple radiated joy. I decided to smile at them and see if I could engage them in a conversation. It worked....the couple are from Miami and are heading back home. They've "only been married for 52 years". Andrew, the husband said, that the woman I see before me is the same beautiful young woman who blessed him by walking down the aisle and not coming to her senses :-) over 50 years ago. The wife, Emma reported that she's the "luckiest girl in the world" to have such a gentle and patient husband. Now if this doesn't make you believe in happily every after, I don't know what will.</div><div><br /></div><div>Uh oh...and issue...the plane is delayed because of cleaning...I found this out as I was leaving the lounge and heading to gate 48A. My hope is that the dysfunctional family isn't on the same flight as I am. </div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, we board the plane...I sneak a peak at my seat mate. He appears to be late 40's or maybe 50 with graying hair and black dress shoes with no socks. (I thought that look played out in the 80's). Once I changed into my "flying gear" which is a super thick pair of socks that look like boots, with faux fur trim at the top, and leather soles, I settled down into my big comfy seat complete with a sanitize pillow, a bottle of water, and a new headsets... When I grab for my seatbelt and realize that it is wet and clammy...hey, what's that cold feeling on my bottom. Will wonders never cease. Although passengers were still boarding, I went to the flight attendant to advise her that seat 4F was wet. </div><div><br /></div><div>Because the plane was completely full, and we were already 30 minutes behind schedule, the American Airlines manager, offered me the option of flying coach and receiving a $300 voucher for future travel, or putting blankets on a new (dry) seat cushion. Needless to say, neither way ideal...however, because I don't want to be the cause of people missing their connections, I settled for sitting on blankets in my original seat. </div><div><br /></div><div>We're finally taking off. The captain said that even though we're about half an hour behind schedule, the captain is going to try to make up 20 minutes of so. Now that's amazing...ah the magic of technology. </div><div><br /></div><div>By the time I arrive back to 4F, my seat mate is fast asleep. As I'm not the type of traveler looking for a conversation....(take a hint from lone traveler), I'm okay. I guess in some ways, I'm like the fictional "Larry David" character in Curb Your Enthusiasm. No need for a "stop and chat"</div><div><br /></div><div>As I began to let my mind wanter, I began to ponder about how much time each of us as to really be alone. Even when we're driving, many of us have the radio, or music accompanying us and monopolizing our thoughts. At the gym, there are so many people around us chatting, music and tv blaring, instructors screaming commands and pushing our bodies towards that all elusive perfection, that we're not alone. Even those who exercise at home, usually have the television going or some other form of entertainment helping the time pass. </div><div><br /></div><div>I despise indoor exercises. Prior to my back injury, I was an avid runner. I didn't want or need a workout partner, music, or other distractions. I enjoyed the solitude. Just me and my thoughts...the sound of my measured footsteps pounding the surface, and the eventual labored (but controlled) breathing as I finished my last few miles. Of all of the things that I miss as a result of the back injury...running solo is what I miss most of all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even the fact that I have to get up and stretch my back after prolong periods o sitting, or the spasms which feel like electric shocks -- sometimes forcing guttural noises to escape from my lips are not as bad as the feeling of sadness I get when I realize that I can't run like than any more. Alas, my job today is to focus on finding that joy elsewhere.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yet, I digress; back to having time to oneself (in this case, myself) to reflect on my life and ponder about my purpose in life. That brings me to the fact that many people will say (especially during job interviews), 'I want to be of service.' If that statement is really true, you don't have to work at a non-profit to be of service. Simply volunteer! All it requires is a willingness to find an organization that you would like to partner with.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hmmmmm... that brings to mind the question, am I being of service. Sure, I'm active in my church, consider myself a faithful member (ooops! I forgot to write the church a check before I left). NOTE TO SELF - Don't go over Costa Rican budget. I definitely don't want to cheat God out of his portion. </div><div><br /></div><div>What have you done lately?</div><div>1. Gave money to a good friend in order that she could have a place to stay until she got paid the following week.</div><div>Some may ask why I didn't allow her to stay in my home. My answer is simple. She's a friend...and I want to make sure that our friendship remains intact. This answer never changes. I'll do what I can to help MY FRIENDS, yet in order to preserve our relationship, they must find an alternative to my house. I love my friends...BUT I LOVE MY PRIVACY MORE! I am a loner (who loves people - from a distance). I value and enjoy my solitude as well as the space that my sons (FAMILY) and I have created for ourselves over the years. Any additional people/person would disrupt my harmony and our family flow.</div><div>2. Allowed my son's friends to move in for extended periods (years -- plural)</div><div>My youngest and middle son have each had a friend move in with us. Because these additions were their (my son's) choice, it was their responsibility to share their respective bathrooms. In essence, my space was not compromised.</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of bathrooms, mine is my favorite room in the house. About 15 years ago, I built a master suite complete with a huge green Jaccuzi tub, bidet, sunroof, and floor to ceiling tile. The jacuzzi is perfect to help alleviate the pain in my back..or simply to provide sanctuary for me when I'm feeling down or blue. I light a few candles, grab a glass of my beverage of choice, and soak until...</div><div><br /></div><div>Still up in the air....with more time to go. My seat mate is awake and wants to chat. Out of courtesy, I indulge him. He's a baseball coach at the University of Miami (or some such college in Miami). I guess he's pretty successful, as he's wearing a huge super bowl type ring. Once he finished regaling me with his stories about college baseball, he asked if I was a writer, as he noticed me writing in my journal. I explained my international experience at Pepperdine. He seemed duly impressed. </div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of writing, as I began to ponder the merits of handwriting, I realized that when it comes to scholarly prose, perhaps the computer is best, yet when it comes to capturing thoughts and ideas, the act of putting pen to paper allows the creative juices to flow better. </div><div><br /></div><div>The captain just announced that we have 2 hours and 11 minutes left on this flight. Maybe now's the perfect time to take a break and watch the in-flight movie, "Dolphin Tale". The movie is about a dolphin who lost it's tale and a raspy doctor, played by Morgan Freeman designs a prosthetic tale. Although I wasn't even mildly interested in the movie when I say the trailers...maybe now is a good time to enjoy some mindless entertainment. I'll provide an update later.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>About an hour later.</i>..Now I remember why I don't like in-flight movies, there usually seems to be a problem with the sound, or making sure the words are in sync with the actors mouths. Dolphin Tale go off to such a slow start...that it put me to sleep. When I woke up I decided to break out the Kindle Fire and catch up on some real reading.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-45142705770720854362012-01-08T09:37:00.000-08:002012-01-08T09:48:44.189-08:00Packing and Preparing for Costa RicaAs I'm preparing to pack for my first "non-cruise" trip to Costa Rica, I feel partly excited, yet mostly anxious about traveling alone to a foreign country.<div><br /></div><div>What to pack -- what to pack...Sure the information I received from Maximo Nivel (the organization that is putting this trip together for me), provided pages and pages of information. I read everything they sent. Sure, I know all about the basics...but ziplock bags, a first aid kit, and a "day pack"...hmmmm. Bring $250.00 in cash for each week, plus a major credit card or debit cards. They also had a host of other things they suggested I bring. I added them all to my list of things to contemplate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even though I had my son drag my suitcase downstairs to my bedroom days before I actually departed, the truth is that I didn't begin packing until a few hours before my plane was to depart. After all, I had to work that day. As always, I left the chore of packing to the very last minute. There it was, the day of my departure, and I was "rolling and folding", nearly 3 weeks of "must haves" into a medium sized suitcase that I was determined wouldn't weigh over 30 lbs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Since I consider myself and expert packer, I've learned quite a few packing tips....the most important tip is to make sure that everything has at least 3 purposes. For example a long skirt with elastic in the waist also doubles as a shorter dress (by wearing the elastic high - chest level) and can even triple as a below the knee dress when wore with a sarong, which can also double as a scarf, and wrap. The pants I packed are all convertible. They can be worn as long pants, or rolled and buttoned below the knee (converting them to walking shorts, Voila). The key to packing light is making sure that everything is in the same color family for easy mixing and matching. </div><div><br /></div>Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008712644664873043.post-36840412329856708392011-12-19T20:40:00.000-08:002011-12-19T20:58:14.975-08:00Give Me a ShotI have a number of doctor's appointments, this week -- which makes it a perfect time to get shots for this trip. One of the many things that I'm thankful for as it relates to Costa Rica, is the fact that not many shots are required. Another good thing about this trip is being away from the country...but in a place where the medical facilities are (thought to be) very good.<div><br /></div><div>Over the past few months, I've been hesitant (at the least) to get excited about this trip; yet as I get closer to the day when I board the plane to CR, I'm beginning to get excited. The opportunity to teach English to a group of teenagers who live in an orphanage. Even though my passion is to guide at inner-city at risk young people towards a productive life, I believe that the two weeks in Costa Rica will serve as a way to give me time away from my passion and spend time working with people in a place quite different from my passion. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pura Vida!<br /><div><br /></div></div>Hypnotisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205992593158611531noreply@blogger.com0