The nice part of town looks trashy. La Sabana Norte was certainly no PV. As a matter of fact, it was no Newark. Lets just say the people here don´t follow their dogs around with little blue plastic baggies. But people have nice houses with nice yards in the nice part of town. You can´t see the yards because everyone has a 12 foot metal fence around their houses, but the houses that just had security door material fences (the president for example) had nice yards.
Armed guards don´t carry little hand guns, they carry machine guns or shotguns. I must say, I don´t even want to go into the bank, so I´m sure most people don´t think its a good idea to attempt stealing from them.
Turtles eat bread. At our first hostel there were turtles in the back yard. They would stand on the lawn near the house and wait for us to bring them breakfast. I tried giving them grapes (which we didn´t know would cost a billion colones), pero las uvas no les gustan. But they did gusta the white bread.
You don´t have to speak English to teach it. Jeeeeel teachez de inglis and was bery in ter est ing and gabe us interbew for de boss, Don BilliAM, at Pribate Teaching (not listed in the phone book or online...hmmm?).
Taxi drivers are crazy b words who like to live life on the wild side. Left hand turn lanes...Who needs them. Stop signs...What a waste of metal that could be used to make the typical Costarrican house fortress.
Prostitution is legal. We know because our current hostel is located right next to a house of prostitution (there are dirtier words for that, but I´m a classy broad). There is also one around the corner that is aparently completely filled with ¨sexy European ladies.¨ The best part is that you can rent a room here for just long enough to watch your favorite movie, use the spa or take a nice cat nap, only $10 for three hours. What a deal!
Stray dogs are not like real dogs. They have their own agendas. They remind me of business men in San Francisco that walk around in their suits and look really uptight and don´t make eyecontact with anyone. Please do not disturb the stray dogs.
Finnish guys are CRAZY! We went out salsa dancing last night with some kids from the US, Canada, Austria and best of all, two Finnish boys. They looked pretty crunchy and (shocker) they talked about the pot quality they have experienced during their travels. They have been to Cuba, Brazil, Chile, Peru, Argentina and their favorite Columbia- where they were robbed at knife point and by the police. Their next stop is to California, wher they are going to rent a car and drive from San Francisco to San Diego. You´re probably wondering, ¨Why would those boys go on such a long journey?¨ The answer is of course that they are trying out different skate parks around the world to find the best one.
Don´t ever offer to sing at a karaoke bar with crazy Finnish guy in Costa Rica. Unlike the US where karaoke is a big joke meant for drunk college kids on a Monday night, Costarrican karaoke is taken quite seriously. Katelyn and I would not have fans if we performed in Costa Rica. Well, Patrick informed me that his good friend Marcus is a very good singer. I couldn´t help but thinking DUET! It took us a while but we finally found a song we were both familiar with. He assured me that he knew most of the words and those that he didn´t he would be able to read from the teleprompter. So up we went and when those African drums started beating the crowd really got into it. Then...lyrics began and it was just me singing,¨ I´m gonna be a mighty king, so enemies beware.¨ Yes, the Finnish boy had maybe seen Lion King, but whatever long term memory loss he has experienced due to his special habits definately included the words to I Just Can´t Wait to be King.
More to come soon.
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