I think I will always be a world traveler. It’s addiction as much as a passion. I love living in a culture, learning about the people and learning from them. Students, parents, and friends alike wonder why we should bother learning other languages. How else can you truly know a culture if you don’t speak the language? You can’t. It’s truly that simple. You can’t fully understand and know a people unless you can communicate with them.
I have tried very hard, and my parents did a wonderful job of raising me to have a global vision and worldliness about myself. I remember telling, not asking, my parents before college even started that I was going to study abroad. Everyone should step out outside of the U.S. at least once in their life. Sure it takes you out of your comfort zone, but that’s how we grow as individuals right? We gain acceptance, vision, tolerance, friendships and experiences that can only come through travel and seeing the world in its natural state. Take a friend, travel alone, backpack it, hike it, go for a week, go for a year, but go. You’ll never regret taking that leap.
On that note, I am unofficially signing off once again for the summer. Small updates always follow throughout the year, but the Costa Rica end of things will cease for a few months.
Pura vida a todos,
Jessica Lynn
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
There's One in Every Crowd
…That decides to tell the customs officer all about her new dentures she acquired in Costa Rica. Holy Moses, not the venue…
I am probably low on sleep so my fuse is a little short. At some point last night I decided I would just pull an all nighter since I had to be up so early any way. I am a creature of sleep, so this was a bad idea to begin with. Then, I nearly fell off the chair I was sitting on while waiting to leave Gate 2 in the Juan Santamaria airport because I dozed off and didn’t realize it. I boarded the plane at 6:45 a.m. and barely woke up enough to even feel the take off. I didn’t get a window seat so I couldn’t watch one of my favorite parts of flying anyway. We hit some turbulence at one point, but it’s all very vague. I did wake up for the in-flight snack which was a bonus.
In the ATL, we waited for over an hour to get our luggage and then proceeded through customs and the re-checking of the bags. I’m not entirely sure my bag with the DAY tag on it will make it home with me tonight. It was chaos where we dumped our bags, and when I asked if there was any rhyme or reason to where my bag should go, I was told “Nope, just leave it over there.” Yep, I’ll be lucky to see that thing arrive on time in Dayton.
I’m hanging out in the airport now waiting to board my flight for Dayton. I already feel lost not being able to use my Spanish all the time, and I find myself slipping into its usage without really noticing until the cashier looks at me funny. I am already shocked at the hustle and bustle here in the States and its stark contrast to the pura vida I’ve been living in. I already feel the weight of pending obligations that are calling my name. I need to continue to live the pura vida more in my daily life in the States. Not that I should shirk on my responsibilities, but that I should breathe in and do things for myself.
Still can’t bring myself to automatically put the toilet paper in the toilet as opposed to the trash can next to it… This is common problem every year.
I have barely touched my phone. I don’t really want to turn it on. It’s not that I think I’m popular enough to have my voicemail and text messages flooded, but I like the freedom of not being attached to it and always checking it. One of the most liberating moments every summer for me is shutting my phone down in Atlanta and tucking it away for the entire summer. My students are shocked and claim they ‘couldn’t survive.’ They would be surprised at the freedom it brings not to be able to be contacted all the time. I haven't died yet from shutting my phone off. : )
Time to board the plane to Dayton…
Chao pescado,
Jessica Lynn
P.S. If you're wondering, my bags miraculously made it back on my flight!
I am probably low on sleep so my fuse is a little short. At some point last night I decided I would just pull an all nighter since I had to be up so early any way. I am a creature of sleep, so this was a bad idea to begin with. Then, I nearly fell off the chair I was sitting on while waiting to leave Gate 2 in the Juan Santamaria airport because I dozed off and didn’t realize it. I boarded the plane at 6:45 a.m. and barely woke up enough to even feel the take off. I didn’t get a window seat so I couldn’t watch one of my favorite parts of flying anyway. We hit some turbulence at one point, but it’s all very vague. I did wake up for the in-flight snack which was a bonus.
In the ATL, we waited for over an hour to get our luggage and then proceeded through customs and the re-checking of the bags. I’m not entirely sure my bag with the DAY tag on it will make it home with me tonight. It was chaos where we dumped our bags, and when I asked if there was any rhyme or reason to where my bag should go, I was told “Nope, just leave it over there.” Yep, I’ll be lucky to see that thing arrive on time in Dayton.
I’m hanging out in the airport now waiting to board my flight for Dayton. I already feel lost not being able to use my Spanish all the time, and I find myself slipping into its usage without really noticing until the cashier looks at me funny. I am already shocked at the hustle and bustle here in the States and its stark contrast to the pura vida I’ve been living in. I already feel the weight of pending obligations that are calling my name. I need to continue to live the pura vida more in my daily life in the States. Not that I should shirk on my responsibilities, but that I should breathe in and do things for myself.
Still can’t bring myself to automatically put the toilet paper in the toilet as opposed to the trash can next to it… This is common problem every year.
I have barely touched my phone. I don’t really want to turn it on. It’s not that I think I’m popular enough to have my voicemail and text messages flooded, but I like the freedom of not being attached to it and always checking it. One of the most liberating moments every summer for me is shutting my phone down in Atlanta and tucking it away for the entire summer. My students are shocked and claim they ‘couldn’t survive.’ They would be surprised at the freedom it brings not to be able to be contacted all the time. I haven't died yet from shutting my phone off. : )
Time to board the plane to Dayton…
Chao pescado,
Jessica Lynn
P.S. If you're wondering, my bags miraculously made it back on my flight!
Saturday, July 30, 2011
The Cereza (Cherry) On Top
I just came off some of my most favorite days in Costa Rica this summer. I spent 3 days with the guys from Georgia Southern, laughing at their antics and trying my best to fit in. I really don’t mind being just one of the guys sometimes…
We stayed in two different hostels and although I know it’s not for everybody, I woke up smiling the very first morning after staying the first hostel. Why? Because it was exactly how I would imagine my Costa Rica experience to be if I weren’t working all summer. The plan was not to have a plan the whole three days and just go with whatever came our way. I am surely considered odd for getting excited about hostel living, but I like the culture, the day to day living, the simplicity, and the fun that comes with it. So they may not be the cleanest places to stay, but it’s never really bothered me.
Anyway, we did some exploring at the nearby beaches; we drank Coco Frios in the morning, and had a local hangout at night where we could relax. Thankfully, I’m not too burnt from it all.
On Thursday, we switched up hostels and headed to La Oveja Negra and moved into a shared room with just the four of us. I’ll be lucky if all of my stuff made it home because it took roughly 7 minutes for the guys’ backpacks to explode around the room. Even though I kept my stuff neatly together, I still have a feeling something got lost in their disastre. Truthfully though, they make awesome roommates.
This morning, I hopped on Interbus and made my way back to the Central Valley before meeting up with my good friend Kelli Finch in Heredia. Kelli and I went to college together, lived in Spain together and survived “The Iz” together. I love seeing her when I’m down here. We decided to grab some food at a street fair that I noticed on my bus ride into town. The food was incredible. I had a tamale for dinner and churros for dessert. I couldn’t imagine a better way to cap off my already amazing summer.
All right, I’m chillin’ at the Holiday Inn right now, and contemplating getting some sleep before rolling out at 4:00 a.m. to catch my flight.
Still struggling with the concept that my summer is ending down here…
Love you all,
Jessica Lynn
We stayed in two different hostels and although I know it’s not for everybody, I woke up smiling the very first morning after staying the first hostel. Why? Because it was exactly how I would imagine my Costa Rica experience to be if I weren’t working all summer. The plan was not to have a plan the whole three days and just go with whatever came our way. I am surely considered odd for getting excited about hostel living, but I like the culture, the day to day living, the simplicity, and the fun that comes with it. So they may not be the cleanest places to stay, but it’s never really bothered me.
Anyway, we did some exploring at the nearby beaches; we drank Coco Frios in the morning, and had a local hangout at night where we could relax. Thankfully, I’m not too burnt from it all.
On Thursday, we switched up hostels and headed to La Oveja Negra and moved into a shared room with just the four of us. I’ll be lucky if all of my stuff made it home because it took roughly 7 minutes for the guys’ backpacks to explode around the room. Even though I kept my stuff neatly together, I still have a feeling something got lost in their disastre. Truthfully though, they make awesome roommates.
This morning, I hopped on Interbus and made my way back to the Central Valley before meeting up with my good friend Kelli Finch in Heredia. Kelli and I went to college together, lived in Spain together and survived “The Iz” together. I love seeing her when I’m down here. We decided to grab some food at a street fair that I noticed on my bus ride into town. The food was incredible. I had a tamale for dinner and churros for dessert. I couldn’t imagine a better way to cap off my already amazing summer.
All right, I’m chillin’ at the Holiday Inn right now, and contemplating getting some sleep before rolling out at 4:00 a.m. to catch my flight.
Still struggling with the concept that my summer is ending down here…
Love you all,
Jessica Lynn
Beach Bummin' 101
Waiting for the bus to Tamarindo....
From Wednesday July 27
Heading to Tamarindo for a few days to be a bum and accomplish my goal of becoming a bronzed beauty by the end of the week. I’d settle for just the bronzed part.
After work the guys from Georgia Southern are traveling with me from Flamingo to Tamarindo via bus público. They came to CPI Flamingo for the day to check it out and have decided to hang around until I get off work. They were also nice enough to reserve a bunk for me at the same hostel where they are staying. They are a good group of men.
Oddly enough, I am really looking forward to staying in a hostel again. The last time I stayed in one was in Spain during weekend trips out from Segovia. It was a fun experience just backpacking out for the weekends, and because I am a much more experienced traveler these days, I have a feeling I’ll be more adept to the hostel experience. Hostel stays have a feeling of adventure and companionship that isn’t found in regular hotels. There is a simplistic feel that suits the beach and Costa Rica.
The guys I’m traveling with also have the same mentality so it will make for a comfortable and relaxing few days.
I’ll be back in the Central Valley before my flight leaves on Sunday, but until then… Que Dios le cuide y que le vaya bien : )
Knee deep in the water some where
Got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair
Only worry in the world
Is the tide gonna reach my chair?
My own kind of paradise,
Jessica Lynn
After work the guys from Georgia Southern are traveling with me from Flamingo to Tamarindo via bus público. They came to CPI Flamingo for the day to check it out and have decided to hang around until I get off work. They were also nice enough to reserve a bunk for me at the same hostel where they are staying. They are a good group of men.
Oddly enough, I am really looking forward to staying in a hostel again. The last time I stayed in one was in Spain during weekend trips out from Segovia. It was a fun experience just backpacking out for the weekends, and because I am a much more experienced traveler these days, I have a feeling I’ll be more adept to the hostel experience. Hostel stays have a feeling of adventure and companionship that isn’t found in regular hotels. There is a simplistic feel that suits the beach and Costa Rica.
The guys I’m traveling with also have the same mentality so it will make for a comfortable and relaxing few days.
I’ll be back in the Central Valley before my flight leaves on Sunday, but until then… Que Dios le cuide y que le vaya bien : )
Knee deep in the water some where
Got the blue sky breeze blowing wind through my hair
Only worry in the world
Is the tide gonna reach my chair?
My own kind of paradise,
Jessica Lynn
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Well, That Was Awkward
No one informed my host family that I was leaving today.
So when I walked out to breakfast at 6:45 a.m. with luggage in hand, it made for a rather uncomfortable moment. My mama tica looked at me in horror when I casually said, “Pues, me voy orita, ¡gracias por todo!” Well, I’m off soon, thanks for everything! She frantically started asking, “What’s wrong? What happened? Why are you leaving? Did we do something?”
I was just as confused as she was. CPI and I apparently didn’t mention that I wasn’t going to be here for the full week. Oops. Luckily, I still got breakfast and a goodbye hug out of it all.
Más incómodo que sacarle un cólico a un gato. More awkward than trying to squeeze a fart from a cat…
Jessica Lynn
So when I walked out to breakfast at 6:45 a.m. with luggage in hand, it made for a rather uncomfortable moment. My mama tica looked at me in horror when I casually said, “Pues, me voy orita, ¡gracias por todo!” Well, I’m off soon, thanks for everything! She frantically started asking, “What’s wrong? What happened? Why are you leaving? Did we do something?”
I was just as confused as she was. CPI and I apparently didn’t mention that I wasn’t going to be here for the full week. Oops. Luckily, I still got breakfast and a goodbye hug out of it all.
Más incómodo que sacarle un cólico a un gato. More awkward than trying to squeeze a fart from a cat…
Jessica Lynn
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Feels Like I'm Born Again
I sat and watched the sunset on the beach last night, solita. It was breath taking. I am always astounded at God’s beauty and how he chooses to reveal it to us. Whether it’s through human interaction in La Carpio or a quiet seat on the beach watching the sun dip down into the ocean—it’s there and it’s real.
As I sat there watching the puesta del sol, I was listening to a Third Day song called Born Again. Below are a few of the lyrics:
It feels like I’m born again,
It feels like I’m living,
For the very first time
As I sat there watching the puesta del sol, I was listening to a Third Day song called Born Again. Below are a few of the lyrics:
It feels like I’m born again,
It feels like I’m living,
For the very first time
For the very first time in my life…
From last year to this year, I have had a rediscovery of self and self worth. I endured an experience here last year that forever altered my view of the world and of the kind of humans that walk it. I am resilient and optimistic and know that not everyone is alike, but it was a difficult summer and past year. I had so many reservations about coming back to work this summer. The pura vida that once drew me in suddenly had betrayed me.
This summer has been beyond wonderful and has restored a lot of my faith and genuine hope for mankind. I have encountered so many beautiful people this summer and I adore them. I have been recharged and renewed in spirit and self this summer. I have broken ties that once held me back and used everything in my will to pave a new path.
Sitting on the beach I realized for probably the one hundredth time this summer how blessed I am to have this opportunity and to be here and feel like I do. The past will forever be with me, but I can move forward now. I do not pretend to no longer be affected by last year, but I do know that I was brought back here for the sole purpose of healing and growth this summer.
From last year to this year, I have had a rediscovery of self and self worth. I endured an experience here last year that forever altered my view of the world and of the kind of humans that walk it. I am resilient and optimistic and know that not everyone is alike, but it was a difficult summer and past year. I had so many reservations about coming back to work this summer. The pura vida that once drew me in suddenly had betrayed me.
This summer has been beyond wonderful and has restored a lot of my faith and genuine hope for mankind. I have encountered so many beautiful people this summer and I adore them. I have been recharged and renewed in spirit and self this summer. I have broken ties that once held me back and used everything in my will to pave a new path.
Sitting on the beach I realized for probably the one hundredth time this summer how blessed I am to have this opportunity and to be here and feel like I do. The past will forever be with me, but I can move forward now. I do not pretend to no longer be affected by last year, but I do know that I was brought back here for the sole purpose of healing and growth this summer.
I have arrived.
Con mucho amor,
Jessica Lynn
Con mucho amor,
Jessica Lynn
A Great Day
From July 25thWell, today was great. I woke up at 5:30 a.m., went on a 10 mile run, came back, had some breakfast, and headed to the beach. I spent the next three hours nearly all alone on the beach with my iPod and book. The sun was shining, the water was cool and the morning was all mine.
I did see some small manta rays in the water, so I didn’t venture too far in to the surf—just enough to get the piggies wet and cool off. Some of you may not know this, but I’m not the biggest fan of the ocean to begin with, so seeing any sort of creature (minus fish) in the water is enough to keep me out. I am a lake girl through and through.
It should be noted that when I returned later to my home stay a man had his foot in a bucket of water, grimacing in pain. He had begun stung by a manta ray. Point proven.
Anyway, I was on the beach until about 11:30 when I had to return and get ready to meet my group for their volunteer work in a nearby town. This is a very hands-off, independent group, so I don’t have to do too much with them. It will make an easy next few days. : )
After working at the volunteer site for a few hours, I returned to a wonderfully cold shower (I’m being serious) and went for an ice cream run. Family traditions will always stick with me. (The ice cream run, not the shower). By the way, I have never taken a warm shower on the coast when living with a host family--it’s much too hot for anything but a cold shower. Even then, I still begin sweating immediately after stepping out of the shower.
Time for some food and sleep...
Beach bummin',Jessica Lynn
Happy 30th Anniversary Mom and Dad!
From Monday, July 25
A true testament to love, my parents are celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary today. Congratulations Mom and Dad! Thank you for being a wonderful example of a loving, committed covenant between two incredible people.
I have had the privilege of being part of their life for 24 years now, and it’s only been in the last 4-5 years that I have taken note of what love truly is in their marriage. Of course it’s all of the “I love you’s,” and hugs and kisses and opening doors and being asked to dance; but it’s also being comfortable with one another, understanding, giving, taking, and remembering that the other person is always on your side no matter what. I think I have especially taken note that now that their kids are all grown and raised, they still enjoy one another’s company—maybe even more so now than when they first met.
I have heard of couple’s losing sight of their relationship because they were busy raising the kids, and then when the kids left, they found nothing in common. I don’t see that with my mom and dad. They laugh together, they go out together, and they are learning about wine together—they understand each other. It’s really a pretty amazing thing to watch and to one day strive for. Again, thank you. I love both of you dearly.
Todo mi amor,
Jessica Lynn
I have had the privilege of being part of their life for 24 years now, and it’s only been in the last 4-5 years that I have taken note of what love truly is in their marriage. Of course it’s all of the “I love you’s,” and hugs and kisses and opening doors and being asked to dance; but it’s also being comfortable with one another, understanding, giving, taking, and remembering that the other person is always on your side no matter what. I think I have especially taken note that now that their kids are all grown and raised, they still enjoy one another’s company—maybe even more so now than when they first met.
I have heard of couple’s losing sight of their relationship because they were busy raising the kids, and then when the kids left, they found nothing in common. I don’t see that with my mom and dad. They laugh together, they go out together, and they are learning about wine together—they understand each other. It’s really a pretty amazing thing to watch and to one day strive for. Again, thank you. I love both of you dearly.
Todo mi amor,
Jessica Lynn
Holy Heat and Humidity.
Saying goodbye to my all-time favorite group: Georgia Southern.From July 24
Forgive the mental image: I’m sleeping desnuda tonight. Holy humidity, it’s hot here on the coast.
I’m lying on my bed in my current homestay with a fan pointed directly on me, and I’m still sweating. Apparently since the big inundación last week, it hasn’t rained here since. I never thought I’d ask this, but where has all of the rain gone, and why?
I arrived in Flamingo this evening and received my final group of the summer. I can’t believe I’m wrapping things up this week. I will actually only be with them until Wednesday because that is my last day working for CPI for the summer. I asked to have a few days off before going home. Wednesday evening or Thursday morning I am headed to Tamarindo to be a beach bum for a few days with a few friends that I made from the Georgia Southern group. Then, it’s back to the Central Valley for my return flight. Would anyone notice if I just ‘missed’ that flight? Probably. Nuts.
Tomorrow morning (Monday), I have a free morning because the school is closed to celebrate the Annexation of Guanacaste from Nicaragua. It’s a huge deal around here, so I’m taking full advantage of it by going to the beach all morning. In the afternoon, I have a volunteer project with my group. All in all, not a bad day.
Time to get some much needed sleep so I can get up tomorrow and get my running regime back on schedule. In an effort to hang out with my GSU group this last week, I totaled about 12 hours of sleep in 4 days. Love them…not loving this after effect of not sleeping. I’m pooped.
Dulces sueños,
I’m lying on my bed in my current homestay with a fan pointed directly on me, and I’m still sweating. Apparently since the big inundación last week, it hasn’t rained here since. I never thought I’d ask this, but where has all of the rain gone, and why?
I arrived in Flamingo this evening and received my final group of the summer. I can’t believe I’m wrapping things up this week. I will actually only be with them until Wednesday because that is my last day working for CPI for the summer. I asked to have a few days off before going home. Wednesday evening or Thursday morning I am headed to Tamarindo to be a beach bum for a few days with a few friends that I made from the Georgia Southern group. Then, it’s back to the Central Valley for my return flight. Would anyone notice if I just ‘missed’ that flight? Probably. Nuts.
Tomorrow morning (Monday), I have a free morning because the school is closed to celebrate the Annexation of Guanacaste from Nicaragua. It’s a huge deal around here, so I’m taking full advantage of it by going to the beach all morning. In the afternoon, I have a volunteer project with my group. All in all, not a bad day.
Time to get some much needed sleep so I can get up tomorrow and get my running regime back on schedule. In an effort to hang out with my GSU group this last week, I totaled about 12 hours of sleep in 4 days. Love them…not loving this after effect of not sleeping. I’m pooped.
Dulces sueños,
Jessica Lynn
Saturday, July 23, 2011
My Week in Photos
Una manera diferente de enseñarle de la semana mia...
Jennifer: The face of beauty in La Carpio
Arguably the best show and tell moment I've ever witnessed.
Health Fair day and I was in charge of making friendship bracelets.
The result: Memories from Mayra, My Day in La Carpio and my great friend Muni.
Con mucho amor,
Jennifer: The face of beauty in La Carpio
No matter the culture or language, every child and adult loves story time.
Except maybe this little guy. : )
Because the children wanted to take my photo.
Arguably the best show and tell moment I've ever witnessed. The result: Memories from Mayra, My Day in La Carpio and my great friend Muni. Con mucho amor, Jessica Lynn
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Esperanza Rising
From the last few days...
I have spent the last few days in La Carpio with my nurses doing volunteer work with the Costa Rican Humanitarian Foundation. La Carpio is an impoverished city of about 35,000 Nicaraguan immigrants that fled Nicaragua after the revolution in 1977. The city itself, although violence and poverty stricken, is really a story of hope. The community has really pulled itself up on its own merit and determination and will soon have legal voting power within the country. Gail, the found of the CRHF came to Costa Rica 35 years ago with the Peace Corps. Today, she is still here, making a difference every day. Within La Carpio, she has built a two medical clinics, a primary school, a Montessori school and a women’s cooperative, just to name a few. She has a bunk bed project that provides families in need of sleeping arrangements for their children a basic, but extremely functional bunk bed. Because I was with a group of nurses this week, we mainly stayed in the clinics and focused on health education. Because I am not a nurse, I simply get to play with the niños, read them stories and make friendship bracelets at the health fair. : )
I have had the most rewarding and emotionally taxing week this week in La Carpio. Gail mentioned something that really resonated with me in regards to how affectionate the young children are with you. It’s incredible how loving the children are and how badly they want to be held and to feel a loving touch. Sadly, more often than not at home, the touches are violent or listless. Children know, innately, that they need to have a loving touch; the most basic part of their existence and being understands this. So without every realizing it, they seek it out—through hugs, hand holding or just sitting in your lap at story time. This was a power revelation for me this week.
A young girl sitting in my lap while I read books to her in Spanish…a small boy that just needed my finger to hold on to while his mom ran an errand… The love and beauty of God and those that serve humanity astounds me at times. There is good, and there is hope in this world.
Amor,
Jessica Lynn
I have had the most rewarding and emotionally taxing week this week in La Carpio. Gail mentioned something that really resonated with me in regards to how affectionate the young children are with you. It’s incredible how loving the children are and how badly they want to be held and to feel a loving touch. Sadly, more often than not at home, the touches are violent or listless. Children know, innately, that they need to have a loving touch; the most basic part of their existence and being understands this. So without every realizing it, they seek it out—through hugs, hand holding or just sitting in your lap at story time. This was a power revelation for me this week.
A young girl sitting in my lap while I read books to her in Spanish…a small boy that just needed my finger to hold on to while his mom ran an errand… The love and beauty of God and those that serve humanity astounds me at times. There is good, and there is hope in this world.
Amor,
Jessica Lynn
Cheque Vos
So, estudiantes, if you’re reading this, I’ve found out how to say “Deuces” in Spanish. Cheque vos. = I’m out, Deuces, Peace, etc. Extra credit if you use it when we return in August…
I have been overloaded this week with work and other activities. I am happy, healthy and beyond content, but boy, am I tired!
I went and saw the final Harry Potter movie with the GSU group this week. Loved it. I also went dancing with them at Fiesta Casino. Have I mentioned how much I like them?
Do I really have to go home in a week and a half?
Jessica Lynn
Flashlight Shower
From Monday, July 18
Of all things Costa Rican, this was a new experience for me. I was in the middle of a shower the other night when the electricity cut out. It was pitch black in the bathroom, and I had a head full of shampoo. I climbed out of the shower, retrieved my flashlight (a critical necessity in Costa Rica), propped it up in the shower and went on with my business.
The power outage culprit? Luna, the rottweiler. Apparently she jumped and hit the breaker switch which cut power for an hour. And they tell me she can’t escape…
Pura vida,
Jessica Lynn
Of all things Costa Rican, this was a new experience for me. I was in the middle of a shower the other night when the electricity cut out. It was pitch black in the bathroom, and I had a head full of shampoo. I climbed out of the shower, retrieved my flashlight (a critical necessity in Costa Rica), propped it up in the shower and went on with my business.
The power outage culprit? Luna, the rottweiler. Apparently she jumped and hit the breaker switch which cut power for an hour. And they tell me she can’t escape…
Pura vida,
Jessica Lynn
Monday, July 18, 2011
Southern Love
I’ll go ahead and write it: I love my Georgia Southern group. Maybe it’s because they are so tranquilo and pura vida or maybe it’s because they are a genuinely nice group of students with a genuinely nice professor. It could also be because they are relatively my age, and I can actually hang out with them in the evenings without being their chaperona. : )
Although I have been affectionately labeled abuelita (grandma) by a few because I tend to check my watch as it gets later in the evenings, I truly enjoy spending time with them and getting to know them as friends. Tuanis.
This past weekend was spent with them in Monteverde (another love of mine), so I’ll recap quickly:
Friday night = Bar Amigos.
Good times and great dancing. I love to dance. I am learning all sorts of new moves from the guys in this group (including an over the shoulder flip). The guys in this group love to dance and if any girl is sitting down, they will grab one by the hand and pull her to the dance floor. It doesn’t matter the song or the girl, they are dancing.
Saturday = Santa Elena Reserve hike and Extremo Canopy.
Santa Elena: Well this was one for the books. On the way up to the entrance of the reserve, a man flagged us down on the side of the road and said because it was raining so much a bridge was impassable with a bus of our size. So we were dumped off about 3 km from the entrance (roughly 2 miles, uphill). And…I had spent a week telling the group how much I loved Monteverde and how beautiful the mornings are. Go figured, it poured all morning. So two miles uphill and in the rain does not make a happy group. Especially when the walk lasted an hour and they still had to hike two more hours within the park…in the rain.
I should mention the stomach virus going around Monteverde that got the best of a few of the students too. I only slept three hours the night before after staying up with a sick girl. So, after we got to the top some of the students fell ill and I began the search for a way to get them back down the mountain. Santísima. Thankfully, it was finally determined that bus could in fact pass over the bridge, so we at least got picked up and didn’t have to hike back to the bus. I didn’t go on the nature hike because 1) I didn’t want to anymore and 2) I needed to stay with the sick group members.
Extremo: Amazing. Always. And it stopped raining. I swore up and down to my group that if was still raining during the zipline, I was NOT going. I love to zipline too. I did the Tarzan jump backwards this time and of course, was first in line for the superman cable. I love adventure. : )
Saturday Night = Gerry! And Bar Amigos again
Gerry was in MV as well on Saturday! We met up and went out with my group. I’ve missed dancing with Gerry…so we danced a lot. It was great : ) I also only got about 1.5 hours of sleep that night, but that’s another story for another time…
Sunday = Sugarcane Tour
Trapiche: Trapiche is the sugarcane tour, and I took every opportunity to ingest pure sugarcane or coffee just to stay awake. Afterward, we got on the bus and headed back to Heredia. I don’t remember much from the bus trip though. It was lights out.
Today, incredibly, I had a bunch of energy so I’ve been out back in the cancha de fútbol throwing backtucks and backflips. : )
Time to really work…
Jessica Lynn
Although I have been affectionately labeled abuelita (grandma) by a few because I tend to check my watch as it gets later in the evenings, I truly enjoy spending time with them and getting to know them as friends. Tuanis.
This past weekend was spent with them in Monteverde (another love of mine), so I’ll recap quickly:
Friday night = Bar Amigos.
Good times and great dancing. I love to dance. I am learning all sorts of new moves from the guys in this group (including an over the shoulder flip). The guys in this group love to dance and if any girl is sitting down, they will grab one by the hand and pull her to the dance floor. It doesn’t matter the song or the girl, they are dancing.
Saturday = Santa Elena Reserve hike and Extremo Canopy.
Santa Elena: Well this was one for the books. On the way up to the entrance of the reserve, a man flagged us down on the side of the road and said because it was raining so much a bridge was impassable with a bus of our size. So we were dumped off about 3 km from the entrance (roughly 2 miles, uphill). And…I had spent a week telling the group how much I loved Monteverde and how beautiful the mornings are. Go figured, it poured all morning. So two miles uphill and in the rain does not make a happy group. Especially when the walk lasted an hour and they still had to hike two more hours within the park…in the rain.
I should mention the stomach virus going around Monteverde that got the best of a few of the students too. I only slept three hours the night before after staying up with a sick girl. So, after we got to the top some of the students fell ill and I began the search for a way to get them back down the mountain. Santísima. Thankfully, it was finally determined that bus could in fact pass over the bridge, so we at least got picked up and didn’t have to hike back to the bus. I didn’t go on the nature hike because 1) I didn’t want to anymore and 2) I needed to stay with the sick group members.
Extremo: Amazing. Always. And it stopped raining. I swore up and down to my group that if was still raining during the zipline, I was NOT going. I love to zipline too. I did the Tarzan jump backwards this time and of course, was first in line for the superman cable. I love adventure. : )
Saturday Night = Gerry! And Bar Amigos again
Gerry was in MV as well on Saturday! We met up and went out with my group. I’ve missed dancing with Gerry…so we danced a lot. It was great : ) I also only got about 1.5 hours of sleep that night, but that’s another story for another time…
Sunday = Sugarcane Tour
Trapiche: Trapiche is the sugarcane tour, and I took every opportunity to ingest pure sugarcane or coffee just to stay awake. Afterward, we got on the bus and headed back to Heredia. I don’t remember much from the bus trip though. It was lights out.
Today, incredibly, I had a bunch of energy so I’ve been out back in the cancha de fútbol throwing backtucks and backflips. : )
Time to really work…
Jessica Lynn
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wondering Woman
I’m wondering how we manage to keep it all together here in the office in the middle of the temporada alta.
I’m wondering how many students will be affected by the part of the school that I helped build in a nearby town yesterday. The emotional impact is intense for me.
I’m wondering about the upbringing of some students that come to Costa Rica and how my parents managed to do such a wonderful job of raising my siblings and me to be worldly individuals.
I’m wondering how I was raised to be polite, courteous and respectful of all cultures and people. I think this is innate part of being human, but I’ve seen evidence that proves me wrong.
I’m wondering how many cups of coffee Costa Ricans consume throughout the year…or maybe just in a day.
I’m wondering about the impact of the people that come into my life and how every day I am being shaped into a better person.
I’m wondering how many times I’ll have to run my 2 mile loop here before the men get tired of yelling ‘machita’ at me in the morning. Sigh, I probably can’t put a number on this.
I’m wondering when my heart rate will return to normal after the Café Britt coffee tour this morning and unlimited samples of coffee at my disposal.
The wondering wanderer,
Jessica Lynn
On another note: When I finish with my group in here in Heredia, I'm going to Monteverde! Yes : )
I’m wondering how many students will be affected by the part of the school that I helped build in a nearby town yesterday. The emotional impact is intense for me.I’m wondering about the upbringing of some students that come to Costa Rica and how my parents managed to do such a wonderful job of raising my siblings and me to be worldly individuals.
I’m wondering how I was raised to be polite, courteous and respectful of all cultures and people. I think this is innate part of being human, but I’ve seen evidence that proves me wrong.
I’m wondering how many cups of coffee Costa Ricans consume throughout the year…or maybe just in a day.
I’m wondering about the impact of the people that come into my life and how every day I am being shaped into a better person.
I’m wondering how many times I’ll have to run my 2 mile loop here before the men get tired of yelling ‘machita’ at me in the morning. Sigh, I probably can’t put a number on this.
I’m wondering when my heart rate will return to normal after the Café Britt coffee tour this morning and unlimited samples of coffee at my disposal.
The wondering wanderer,
Jessica Lynn
On another note: When I finish with my group in here in Heredia, I'm going to Monteverde! Yes : )
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Todo en Orden, Basically.
Some of this is repetitive, I am aware. Gracias.
Holy Cow. What a whirlwind of events this week is bringing. I am managing two groups at the moment and picking a third just for tomorrow and Thursday morning. I barely know what day it is! : ) But I’m happy and content. There is never dull moment.
The weekend in Manuel Antonio was great! We saw a montón of crocodiles on the way to the national park, and during the Saturday morning hike, more sloth sightings than I have ever witnessed in my life. Oddly enough, the monkey count was a little down.
On Saturday night, the group went out dancing and this was the first time that I really got to kick back and have fun with the group. It was awesome! I love dancing.
Sunday morning I woke up and took the public bus back to San Jose. Two years ago, a 5 hour public bus ride turned to 13 after a host of problems ensued, so this trip was a much more successful 3 hour ride. : )
Last night, I ate dinner with Nidia and Miguel—a former host family and watched the Costa Rica soccer game with them and Meggie. I love their family. My mama tica even made Tres Leches cake for dessert. Mmm, my favorite. (And that elusive dessert from when my family was here last year.)
Ok, I just polished off two empanadas filled with guayaba jelly from cooking class. I suppose I should go and get some real food now.
My one token day with West Coast starts tomorrow. Que Dios me acompañe. : )
Besitos,
Jessica Lynn
The weekend in Manuel Antonio was great! We saw a montón of crocodiles on the way to the national park, and during the Saturday morning hike, more sloth sightings than I have ever witnessed in my life. Oddly enough, the monkey count was a little down.
On Saturday night, the group went out dancing and this was the first time that I really got to kick back and have fun with the group. It was awesome! I love dancing.
Sunday morning I woke up and took the public bus back to San Jose. Two years ago, a 5 hour public bus ride turned to 13 after a host of problems ensued, so this trip was a much more successful 3 hour ride. : )
Last night, I ate dinner with Nidia and Miguel—a former host family and watched the Costa Rica soccer game with them and Meggie. I love their family. My mama tica even made Tres Leches cake for dessert. Mmm, my favorite. (And that elusive dessert from when my family was here last year.)
Ok, I just polished off two empanadas filled with guayaba jelly from cooking class. I suppose I should go and get some real food now.
My one token day with West Coast starts tomorrow. Que Dios me acompañe. : )
Besitos,
Jessica Lynn
Additional Note: I’ve spent the last couple of days in La Carpio. It’s always an incredible experience. What is love? ¿Qué es el amor? Look below.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Manuel Antonio Update
Kapi Kapi: Home of the Voodoo Chicken. The dish that rocked my siblings digestive tract last year. (I took this picture especially for you two.) : )
I spent the weekend at the national park, Manuel Antonio, with my university group. Loooooved hanging out with them and going dancing on Saturday night. Can't wait for Monteverde. : )
We saw a ton of sloths and just a few monkeys this year. I got to spend a little time on the beach as well. I took the early public bus back to Heredia on Sunday to pick up a second group that I'll be in charge of for two weeks. In case anyone is wondering, this bus trip was MUCH more successful. Except for Sven, the russian, falling asleep on my shoulder... I didn't even know him.
Time to get dinner with my former host family. Yay! : )
I'll write more later...
Later gator,
Jessica Lynn
Friday, July 8, 2011
Open House for the 'Puppy'
Knocked out a 21km (13 miler) this morning! I was up and at it before the roosters even started in. I love my morning runs. : )
Heading to Manuel Antonio for the next day and a half with my group, and then I'm grabbing a public bus back to Heredia to pick up an additional group for two weeks. The locura for me is about to begin!
On a slightly different note... After my run this morning, I was getting ready to go to work and had left the door open to my apartment. I had my back to the door eating my cereal, and when I turned around, there in the doorway stood Luna--the rottweiler. I nearly dropped my Honey Nut Cheerios.
She approached me looking all cute and fuzzy, so I stuck my hand out so she could smell my scent and lick my hand. I figure I should try to befriend these dogs (but not at the risk of losing a limb). She made herself at home very quickly checking out the bathroom, my bedroom, and then returned to the kitchen to try to eat the crackers on the kitchen counter. This entire process lasted about 3 minutes but it felt like a lifetime. At the conclusion of her tour, I patted her on the head and ushered her out, securing the door in the process...no sense in pushing my luck.
Time to get ready to go the playa. Manuel Antonio here I come. : )
Baby steps with the puppies,
Jessica Lynn
Heading to Manuel Antonio for the next day and a half with my group, and then I'm grabbing a public bus back to Heredia to pick up an additional group for two weeks. The locura for me is about to begin!
On a slightly different note... After my run this morning, I was getting ready to go to work and had left the door open to my apartment. I had my back to the door eating my cereal, and when I turned around, there in the doorway stood Luna--the rottweiler. I nearly dropped my Honey Nut Cheerios.
She approached me looking all cute and fuzzy, so I stuck my hand out so she could smell my scent and lick my hand. I figure I should try to befriend these dogs (but not at the risk of losing a limb). She made herself at home very quickly checking out the bathroom, my bedroom, and then returned to the kitchen to try to eat the crackers on the kitchen counter. This entire process lasted about 3 minutes but it felt like a lifetime. At the conclusion of her tour, I patted her on the head and ushered her out, securing the door in the process...no sense in pushing my luck.
Time to get ready to go the playa. Manuel Antonio here I come. : )
Baby steps with the puppies,
Jessica Lynn
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Jabba the Hutt
Remember the secret subculture of choferes I mentioned the other day? Um...this is who walked off the bus today.
No, he's not my chauffeur. Gracias a Dios.
No, he's not my chauffeur. Gracias a Dios.
My Personal Porristas
There's a fire starting in my heart... -Adele- Rolling the in Deep-Porristas: cheerleaders
Ever wake up in the morning hoping and praying that something will snap you out of the rather unpleasant mood you woke up in? That was me this morning. I went to bed mad and woke up mad. Given that I am a generally happy and optimistic person, this was a particularly troublesome way to start my day. My four mile run turned to eight out of sheer frustration and annoyance—and the hope that running longer might burn off some of that steam.
And then, around mile 5, my day completely turned around. I was approaching two women who had been out walking the same loop that I was running, and I had already passed them once before. The first time, I smiled pleasantly and said “¡Buenos días!” I like to greet people while I’m running and they often greet me back. The women, wearing such kind expressions, sweetly responded back in the same manner. They genuinely meant ‘good morning’ as opposed to the security guard that calls out to me every morning trying to get my attention. But I digress…
Anyway, the second time I approached the women, I could see them smiling and anticipating our passing from about 50 meters away. As I ran past, they started clapping and cheering ‘¡Increible, Increible! ¡Muy buena, amiga!’By 6:15 this morning, my day had already been recharged and renewed. I don’t know if it was the cheering or the warm smiles from the women that made me so happy, but I smiled for the rest of my run. Gracias, amigas. I needed that.
Anyway, I’m here in the office this morning getting ready to start work. Today is going to be a good day. I’ll see to it that no one brings me down today. I am in Costa Rica, pura vida.
One smile can make all the difference,
Jessica Lynn
And then, around mile 5, my day completely turned around. I was approaching two women who had been out walking the same loop that I was running, and I had already passed them once before. The first time, I smiled pleasantly and said “¡Buenos días!” I like to greet people while I’m running and they often greet me back. The women, wearing such kind expressions, sweetly responded back in the same manner. They genuinely meant ‘good morning’ as opposed to the security guard that calls out to me every morning trying to get my attention. But I digress…
Anyway, the second time I approached the women, I could see them smiling and anticipating our passing from about 50 meters away. As I ran past, they started clapping and cheering ‘¡Increible, Increible! ¡Muy buena, amiga!’By 6:15 this morning, my day had already been recharged and renewed. I don’t know if it was the cheering or the warm smiles from the women that made me so happy, but I smiled for the rest of my run. Gracias, amigas. I needed that.
Anyway, I’m here in the office this morning getting ready to start work. Today is going to be a good day. I’ll see to it that no one brings me down today. I am in Costa Rica, pura vida.
One smile can make all the difference,
Jessica Lynn
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Milestone 100
As of the July 4, 2011, I officially hit 100 blog posts. Hopefully I've brought a few laughs and a few good reads to all those that have taken the time to browse my collection over the last three years.
Why do I write? Initially it was to keep track of my own thoughts each day and allow my family to stay connected since I can't call home every day. As the blog gained popularity, although it still served as a journal for me, it was also used for entertainment purposes and cultural insight. Today, that is my mission. Teach people a little about my life and the world in a thoughtful and often humorous fashion.
As long as I'm here, and as long as I continue to experience everything Costa Rica has to offer, I'll be writing. Thanks for reading : )
Pura Vida,
Why do I write? Initially it was to keep track of my own thoughts each day and allow my family to stay connected since I can't call home every day. As the blog gained popularity, although it still served as a journal for me, it was also used for entertainment purposes and cultural insight. Today, that is my mission. Teach people a little about my life and the world in a thoughtful and often humorous fashion.
As long as I'm here, and as long as I continue to experience everything Costa Rica has to offer, I'll be writing. Thanks for reading : )
Pura Vida,
Jessica Lynn
Memories of España
I am learning all about España right now on T.V. There is one day left until San Fermines (aka The Running of the Bulls). This brings back so many memories of when John and I went together five years ago (July 7, 2007). First and foremost, John flew in from Oxford, England for the weekend and ran in it!! Secondly, we stayed awake for 48 hours straight thanks to my poor planning. : ) We wandered around Pamplona for nearly 21 hours just trying to stay awake so we wouldn’t miss our bus on Sunday morning after arriving on Friday night. Lesson learned about planning ahead…
Upon our arrival on Friday night in Pamplona
Regardless, it was a really amazing experience to share with my brother that I’ll never forget. I’ll also never forget the phone call to Mom and Dad afterward informing them of what he had done and that yes, he was alive and well. Sometimes it’s better to do something and beg for forgiveness than to ask permission. : )
John almost didn’t even run that Saturday morning, but I remember telling him, “Give me your backpack. You didn’t come all the way here not to run. I’ll meet you at the park bench when it’s all over.” It was a long wait for him to get back, but when he got there, he had the most amazing experience to talk about and share with everyone. Love you, Brother.
Naturally, John chose to run in the most dangerous part of the course: the start.
It should be noted that this was also the weekend that I infamously ordered half of the Burger King Value Menu for him and I. Whoops.
We ate everything.
All right time to learn more about España and go to bed.
Feliz San Fermin,
The Gang Is Back Together!
From July 5
Gerry came today!!!!! This may not be big news to anybody but the chaperones of CPI, but we are all celebrating in the office today. Gerry was the chaperone who trained Meggie and me three years ago. We were quite the team between Muni, Gerry, Meggie and I. Thus, having Gerry back to work with us is like getting the A-Team of chaperones back together again. Pura vida : )
Today was spent prepping for the extra group I’m taking on starting on Sunday and heading to Heredia with Gerry to obtain new contact lenses and a few other odds and ends things.
Yesterday was a rather uneventful for the Fourth of July. By the time we chaperones got home we were all too tired to go out. So in typical Schulte Family tradition, I decided to make an ice cream run. I came home with a Mmmio. It was delicious. It is vanilla ice cream covered in chocolate, caramel, nuts and well, pure goodness.
Highlight of my 4th of July yesterday? Hablando con mi hermanita. La extraño mucho : )
Viva la Pura Vida,
Jessica Lynn
Gerry came today!!!!! This may not be big news to anybody but the chaperones of CPI, but we are all celebrating in the office today. Gerry was the chaperone who trained Meggie and me three years ago. We were quite the team between Muni, Gerry, Meggie and I. Thus, having Gerry back to work with us is like getting the A-Team of chaperones back together again. Pura vida : )
Today was spent prepping for the extra group I’m taking on starting on Sunday and heading to Heredia with Gerry to obtain new contact lenses and a few other odds and ends things.
Yesterday was a rather uneventful for the Fourth of July. By the time we chaperones got home we were all too tired to go out. So in typical Schulte Family tradition, I decided to make an ice cream run. I came home with a Mmmio. It was delicious. It is vanilla ice cream covered in chocolate, caramel, nuts and well, pure goodness.
Highlight of my 4th of July yesterday? Hablando con mi hermanita. La extraño mucho : )
Viva la Pura Vida,
Jessica Lynn
Monday, July 4, 2011
Notes to Self
Notes to Self:
1. Arroz con Pollo (chicken with rice) can NOT be made with just any old rice. Just ask our cook at CPI. On second thought, don’t. You’ll get an earful. Just trust me on this one.
2. There is a secret subculture within our choferes that has to do with nicknames and then having those nicknames on a faux license plate in their front windshield. (i.e. CABALLO (horse); CHIQUITIN (little guy); CACHETES (cheeks…on your face); SUAREZ (his last name)). It’s quite the reveal when they pull up in the bus and you are anxiously awaiting the big reveal as to who your driver really is.
3. It’s an issue for me that, in heels, I am taller than 80% of the tico men at the disco.
4. I think I failed to mention that the man-eating rottweiler is a SHE.
5. I still don’t like snakes…even if they are in cages.
6. I have a two mile loop that I’ve run 13 times this week. I averaged 15 minutes and 48 seconds per lap. That’s about a 7:54 mile. I’ll take it.
7. I ate yogurt and granola for lunch today. I think my tummy actually smiled. This is my first rice and bean-less day since I’ve been here.
8. Skype is amazing.
9. The quickest way to make a man uninterested in you down here (gringo or tico) is to tell them you are super independent and not interested in starting a family…even five years from now. Easy. I don’t even have to pretend to have a boyfriend.
10. It’s been 5 years since I’ve celebrated within the U.S.A. Happy 4th of July : ) Feliz dia de Independencia
La gringa (and proud of it),
Jessica Lynn
Weekend Update
That's definitely a mariposa on my head. : )From Sunday, July 3
Saturday was spent in La Carpio working with the Costa Rican Humanitarian Foundation. The organization was founded by Gail Nystrom who came to Costa Rica around 35 years ago with the Peace Corps and has stayed every since. She has dedicated her life to this town and seeing that it pulls itself out of poverty by its own merit and hard work. It’s an impoverished area with a lot of crime that was initially started by Nicaraguan refugees. The CRHF has so many wonderful projects going on to help teach skills to the people within the city, not just hand out money. It’s an important trait for the people to learn—that hard work, dedication and trust will help them out of their current state. I am impacted every time I walk in.
Saturday night was spent out with some friends at 212 (Two-Twelve/Dos Doce). It’s a disco that is rather close to my house, and it’s great! : ) I made it an early night though because I needed to be up at 5 a.m. on Sunday to run and pick up the group for their excursion.
Sunday we headed to Poas Volcano and it was a gorgeous morning. The volcano is a crater and it was so beautiful yesterday. We were very lucky that the clouds hadn’t overtaken it when we arrived! Following Poas, we head to La Paz Waterfall Gardens which houses all sorts of biodiversities and animals, as well as the waterfall itself. Naturally, it started raining before we even started the two hour hike. Being Miss Preparada I had a rain jacket, keen sandals and my umbrella to stay dry. And boy, did I ever. Besides my sandals, I was dry to the bone. : )
Saturday night was spent out with some friends at 212 (Two-Twelve/Dos Doce). It’s a disco that is rather close to my house, and it’s great! : ) I made it an early night though because I needed to be up at 5 a.m. on Sunday to run and pick up the group for their excursion.
Sunday we headed to Poas Volcano and it was a gorgeous morning. The volcano is a crater and it was so beautiful yesterday. We were very lucky that the clouds hadn’t overtaken it when we arrived! Following Poas, we head to La Paz Waterfall Gardens which houses all sorts of biodiversities and animals, as well as the waterfall itself. Naturally, it started raining before we even started the two hour hike. Being Miss Preparada I had a rain jacket, keen sandals and my umbrella to stay dry. And boy, did I ever. Besides my sandals, I was dry to the bone. : )
Poas Volcano with my UD Magazine
Sunday night was spent back the apartment with Meggie and Claire watching a movie and hanging out after Skyping my family back home. : )
Hasta pronto,
Jessica Lynn
Dreads
From Friday, July 1
Well, today marked a new experience for me. I accompanied one of my students to Heredia to get his hair put into cornrows. Early on in the week he asked me for a number a place where he could get his hair done. I got a number from a friend in Monteverde who knows someone here in Heredia. By the time we got everything worked out, I had rather vague directions on how to get to this lady’s house in the city. I repeat, house. It was in some place called ‘Jardines 2’, the first right after the Universidad Nacional and in front of the red taxi stop. I was supposed to call her when we got there and she would meet us. We all know how that works out…
We were dropped off by a taxi in a rougher neighborhood where we spent 20 minutes looking for Shantell and waiting for her to get us. Her house was literally right in front of where we were standing, but she couldn’t see us from the house so she didn’t come out and get us. It was raining of course. : )
The process took approximately 3 hours. How in the world does it take 3 hours to do a man’s hair?! Well…when he has to get extensions (something I previously thought only a woman could get) it takes forever. And to boot, he didn’t even like it when we left. The cheerleader in me kept trying to boost his confidence by telling him I really liked it (which I did), but it wasn’t helping. Men…
My boss texted me at one point to ask what I was going to get done, but I think I’ll just stick to doing my own hair for now. I can’t imagine how long a full head of hair like mine would take.
Time to go home for the night,
Jessica Lynn
P.s. For the record, I was super impressed with the work Shantell did. I thought it looked amazing and she had the patience of a saint!
Well, today marked a new experience for me. I accompanied one of my students to Heredia to get his hair put into cornrows. Early on in the week he asked me for a number a place where he could get his hair done. I got a number from a friend in Monteverde who knows someone here in Heredia. By the time we got everything worked out, I had rather vague directions on how to get to this lady’s house in the city. I repeat, house. It was in some place called ‘Jardines 2’, the first right after the Universidad Nacional and in front of the red taxi stop. I was supposed to call her when we got there and she would meet us. We all know how that works out…
We were dropped off by a taxi in a rougher neighborhood where we spent 20 minutes looking for Shantell and waiting for her to get us. Her house was literally right in front of where we were standing, but she couldn’t see us from the house so she didn’t come out and get us. It was raining of course. : )The process took approximately 3 hours. How in the world does it take 3 hours to do a man’s hair?! Well…when he has to get extensions (something I previously thought only a woman could get) it takes forever. And to boot, he didn’t even like it when we left. The cheerleader in me kept trying to boost his confidence by telling him I really liked it (which I did), but it wasn’t helping. Men…
My boss texted me at one point to ask what I was going to get done, but I think I’ll just stick to doing my own hair for now. I can’t imagine how long a full head of hair like mine would take.
Time to go home for the night,
Jessica Lynn
P.s. For the record, I was super impressed with the work Shantell did. I thought it looked amazing and she had the patience of a saint!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Paella and "Puppies"
Healthy and Happy, AlwaysI love paella. It was confirmed two nights ago at the party for Doña Romy, the founder of CPI. I am currently living in one of the apartments that is part of her house. My boss, Jonle, invited me to the party, and I had such a good time. The paella came in a paella dish that was easily two feet in diameter. It had rice, jumbo shrimp, clams, oysters, chorizo, chicken, calamari, peppers and asparagus. I was in heaven.
This week continues to move quickly and things in the office are always busy. I lost my roommate, Jesus, to West Coast, so I’m staying by myself now for a few days. While I’m at it, I’ll take a moment to describe my new living conditions. I stay in a small apartment with two beds, a great bathroom and little kitchenette. The kitchenette has a microwave, toaster oven and mini-fridge. I think I can make anything with that equipment.
Every day I come and go from the house, I am greeted by a ‘welcoming committee.’ Doña Romy and her husband have two dogs that are super cute…when they are sleeping. I love animals, especially dogs. It saddened me greatly when I received a phone call from my mom letting me know that our dog, Bo, had been put to sleep after 13 wonderful years of being a part of our family. That being said, I was initially overjoyed that the family had pets—until I actually met those two ‘pets.’
These two enormous, man-eating rottweilers stay penned up all day and furiously bark and try to jump over the fence every time someone enters the gates. Doña Romy has assured me that these two bundles of joy have never escaped and that they can’t. I don’t believe it for a second. I have not once entered the gate and not felt my adrenaline and heart rate sky rocket. We chaperones scurry from the house to the gate as quickly as possible and usually appoint someone to walk out there first and open the gate so the others have a clear exit. I’m sure it is quite the scene from the house as we fumble around nervously try to get the gate unlocked to get out. Heaven help me if I ever drop anything close to their cage. It’ll be like a scene from the Sand Lot. It’s a big day when the dogs are sleeping as I’m leaving…
Please watch the video allowing for your viewing entertainment. This is my walk every day.
And in case you're wondering, I made it safely into the house and up to my room, but I didn't stick around too long with the perritos.
Puppy love,
Jessica Lynn
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Office Productivity Songs
After hours in the office again and we are putting to the test office productivity and music choices. These results reflect actual trials and calculations.
This was also my assignment for the last hour in the office: be the Motivational DJ.
Songs that increase office productivity at CPI:
1. Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey
2. Jesse’s Girl – Rick Springfield
3. Boogie Shoes – KC and the Sunshine Band
4. Lido Shuffle – Boz Scraggs
5. Only the Good Die Young – Billy Joel
6. Take Me Home Tonight – Eddie Money
7. We Built This City – Jefferson Starship
Songs that do NOT increase productivity at CPI:
1. Anything Barry Manilow
This was also my assignment for the last hour in the office: be the Motivational DJ.
Songs that increase office productivity at CPI:
1. Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey
2. Jesse’s Girl – Rick Springfield
3. Boogie Shoes – KC and the Sunshine Band
4. Lido Shuffle – Boz Scraggs
5. Only the Good Die Young – Billy Joel
6. Take Me Home Tonight – Eddie Money
7. We Built This City – Jefferson Starship
Songs that do NOT increase productivity at CPI:
1. Anything Barry Manilow
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Walkabout with 34
Well, my new group is officially getting acclimated to Costa Rica. I’ve been answering A LOT of questions thus far, and I honestly feel like a Costa Rica expert at this point. : ) I’m not, but sometimes I like to think I am.
After a long day on Sunday, all of the CPI chaperones were treated to dinner at Tacontento near San Jose. It was delicious! Monday, my group got situated into their classes and then went for a walking tour of Heredia. Imagine taking 34 gringos on the public bus for the first time. It was quite the experience. Thankfully, I had Jesús and Pim to help me help. I led the group and Jesús and Pim covered the middle and the caboose of the entourage.
After successfully making it to the market in Heredia, we ate lunch inside the Market and then headed to the plaza in the middle of Heredia. Pim successfully got pooped on by a pigeon, and Jesús, being a good friend, lent a hand cleaning it up. I just laughed...and took a picture.
After a long day on Sunday, all of the CPI chaperones were treated to dinner at Tacontento near San Jose. It was delicious! Monday, my group got situated into their classes and then went for a walking tour of Heredia. Imagine taking 34 gringos on the public bus for the first time. It was quite the experience. Thankfully, I had Jesús and Pim to help me help. I led the group and Jesús and Pim covered the middle and the caboose of the entourage.
After successfully making it to the market in Heredia, we ate lunch inside the Market and then headed to the plaza in the middle of Heredia. Pim successfully got pooped on by a pigeon, and Jesús, being a good friend, lent a hand cleaning it up. I just laughed...and took a picture.
The bus trip back was rather uneventful, but once back in San Joaquin, Pim, Jesús and I had to walk all of the students to their home-stays. I am pretty sure I walked to Panamá and back to get one girl home…
Not much else to recount other than this week is a locura in the office. West Coast groups start arriving this week…
Not much else to recount other than this week is a locura in the office. West Coast groups start arriving this week…
My group right now is pretty tranquilo and their professor is muuuuy tuanis. I think I’m going to like this group : )
Time to check in on the students during their coffee break!
Chao pescado,
Jessica Lynn
Time to check in on the students during their coffee break!
Chao pescado,
Jessica Lynn
A special note: the word gringos here in Costa Rica is NOT derogatory. It only points out that we are North Americans, not ticos. Costa Ricans have a way of pointing things out about people in an affectionate manner. For instance, I am often called machita because I have light hair (both men and women alike). Cultural lesson for the day... : )
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Back in Action
My new group arrived today!!
I saw my other group off on Saturday morning at the Liberia Airport. Liberia's airport has been major upgrades since I last flew out of there with Kristen 2 years ago. (Sister Bear, you wouldn't even recognize it.)
Friday night we had a farewell dinner and fogata (bonfire) on the beach which is always fun. : ) I almost forgot to mention the snorkel cruise we went on that morning. Now, Kristen, you would recognize this scene: Storm clouds, dangerously high tides and a lot of rain on the horizon. It was a wild boat ride out and back to say that least. I sat up with the capitan and crew so I could watch everything and it was quite the image to see these enormous waves crashing over the front of the catamaran. Deadliest Catch, anyone?
Saturday after the drop off, I headed back into the Central Valley where I will spend most of the next four weeks. I'm staying in an apartment next to the school right now with Jesus and Nanou until they leave with their West Coast groups.
Saturday night, Julian, Jesus, Nanou and I decided to go out at around 11:30 p.m. to a place called Dos Doce (Two Twelve). Upon arriving, we noticed a big group of people standing outside not being allowed to enter, about 14 police officers standing around and security guard holding a shot gun. Apparently a fight had broken out right before we had gotten there, and we arrived to seeing a guy being carried out by his buddies still wanting to fight someone, as well as three hysterical girls. It was quite the event...
At midnight, we decided we would be better served to just cab it over to Heredia and find a place to go. We walked into Rancho Fofo and discoverd it was Two for One coctail night! We all decided to try something different. Julian and Jesus ended up with the girliest (and best tasting drinks) and Nanou and I with the man drinks. Jesus got the award for best pick of the night: Saltamontes.
All right, it's after hours at the office. You know what that means...everyone is giddy. We're all going out to dinner tonight (Arelys, Jonle, and all of the chaperones). I can't wait!!!
Amor y amor,
Jessica
I saw my other group off on Saturday morning at the Liberia Airport. Liberia's airport has been major upgrades since I last flew out of there with Kristen 2 years ago. (Sister Bear, you wouldn't even recognize it.)
Friday night we had a farewell dinner and fogata (bonfire) on the beach which is always fun. : ) I almost forgot to mention the snorkel cruise we went on that morning. Now, Kristen, you would recognize this scene: Storm clouds, dangerously high tides and a lot of rain on the horizon. It was a wild boat ride out and back to say that least. I sat up with the capitan and crew so I could watch everything and it was quite the image to see these enormous waves crashing over the front of the catamaran. Deadliest Catch, anyone?
Saturday after the drop off, I headed back into the Central Valley where I will spend most of the next four weeks. I'm staying in an apartment next to the school right now with Jesus and Nanou until they leave with their West Coast groups.
Saturday night, Julian, Jesus, Nanou and I decided to go out at around 11:30 p.m. to a place called Dos Doce (Two Twelve). Upon arriving, we noticed a big group of people standing outside not being allowed to enter, about 14 police officers standing around and security guard holding a shot gun. Apparently a fight had broken out right before we had gotten there, and we arrived to seeing a guy being carried out by his buddies still wanting to fight someone, as well as three hysterical girls. It was quite the event...
At midnight, we decided we would be better served to just cab it over to Heredia and find a place to go. We walked into Rancho Fofo and discoverd it was Two for One coctail night! We all decided to try something different. Julian and Jesus ended up with the girliest (and best tasting drinks) and Nanou and I with the man drinks. Jesus got the award for best pick of the night: Saltamontes.
All right, it's after hours at the office. You know what that means...everyone is giddy. We're all going out to dinner tonight (Arelys, Jonle, and all of the chaperones). I can't wait!!!
Amor y amor,
Jessica
Thursday, June 23, 2011
For the Record
Some have questioned the nature of these stories that I post and if I have really done/seen all of these things. Trust me; you can not make these things up. Am I really stoked that I saw a man skirting around my group with nearly see-through undies? Nope. Not even for a second. Did I mention that he also started digging in the sand to make a giant sea turtle? This process involved a lot of squatting, bending and otherwise odd movements that only tiny boxer briefs could make look awkward.But I digress… Life down here is a break from the ordinary back in the states. If you count the high school students I teach throughout the year and the experiences I get down here, I live a pretty fulfilling and exciting life. There is never a dull moment. Perhaps, that is why I adore being a teacher as well as traveling so much. So many experiences and people have come into my life and impacted me for the better solely because I seize every opportunity before me. Purely, simply, life is good.
Today was a mañana libre, and if you’ll recall another post about free mornings, you’ll understand why we chaperones covet them. I spent an easy morning at the hotel and then later at the CPI apartments with Nanou and Jesús. From there, our driver took us around the greater Flamingo area so I could show Nanou and Jesús every place we stay, eat, and visit while here with West Coast groups. It was a nice way to spend the morning even if we didn’t make it to the beach…
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Once a summer I like to give a general recap as to what exactly I do down here. I am optimistic enough to think that someone is new to this blog this year and might be confused as to the nature of my work. I work for a Spanish language immersion school called CPI (Centro Panamericano de Idiomas). I work the Groups division of the school, and do not teach any classes while I am here (which is the general thought when I tell people I work for a language school). I serve as a chaperone for high/college age groups that come down and study at any one of our three campuses within Costa Rica. I am the essentially the answer to all of the questions from the group members, such as “Where are we going?” “What’s for dinner?” “What are we doing tomorrow and what should we bring?” I see that the group’s home-stays are adequate, classes are the right level, and that food is plentiful. I also get the privilege of traveling to a lot of great places and seeing a lot of neat things. I whitewater raft, waterfall rappel, surf, hike, zipline, dance, swim, run, and cook my way through the summer. I am on the move constantly, usually changing locations about every five days. For this reason, I am very nomadic in the summer and choose to travel with a hiking backpack and smaller daypack as my only luggage. I am essentially the liaison between the group and CPI for the group’s entire stay here in Costa Rica.
So what’s in it for me? Everything. I get to meet new people and make new friendships as well as come back and be with those that I have grown extremely attached to. I speak Spanish all summer, which I happen to love. : ) Each year gives me a new experience to draw upon and grow from. I have grown immensely fond of my ‘summer home.’
All right, “Noche de Baile” awaits me back at the hotel with the group. I’d better see what’s in my dancing repertoire before getting there. : )
Hasta pronto,
Jessica Lynn
So what’s in it for me? Everything. I get to meet new people and make new friendships as well as come back and be with those that I have grown extremely attached to. I speak Spanish all summer, which I happen to love. : ) Each year gives me a new experience to draw upon and grow from. I have grown immensely fond of my ‘summer home.’
All right, “Noche de Baile” awaits me back at the hotel with the group. I’d better see what’s in my dancing repertoire before getting there. : )
Hasta pronto,
Jessica Lynn
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
There’s Appropriate Beach Wear, And Then There is…
There are some lines that should never be crossed and some fashion rules that should never be broken.
That being said, my chofer today at the beach stripped down to his underwear to swim with the group—first rule broken. The kicker? His skivvies were tighty-whities. Second rule broken. Hey, swing for the fences, right?
I arrived on the scene just in time to hear the group of girls squealing, “Jessica! Look at our chauffeur!” I had been out showing Nanou and Jesús around Tamarindo and the group decided to teach our chauffeur how to swim. They assumed he would leave his shorts on. At this point, I’m just thrilled he left something on. Squinting, I spotted our driver out in the ocean bouncing around with a boogie board and itty bitty white boxer briefs. Leaving little to the imagination, he strutted around the beach for the next hour until he dried off enough to put his clothes back on. Heaven help me…
That being said, my chofer today at the beach stripped down to his underwear to swim with the group—first rule broken. The kicker? His skivvies were tighty-whities. Second rule broken. Hey, swing for the fences, right?
I arrived on the scene just in time to hear the group of girls squealing, “Jessica! Look at our chauffeur!” I had been out showing Nanou and Jesús around Tamarindo and the group decided to teach our chauffeur how to swim. They assumed he would leave his shorts on. At this point, I’m just thrilled he left something on. Squinting, I spotted our driver out in the ocean bouncing around with a boogie board and itty bitty white boxer briefs. Leaving little to the imagination, he strutted around the beach for the next hour until he dried off enough to put his clothes back on. Heaven help me…
So...I took a picture.
And on that note…there really isn’t much else to report. Must be a slow day if that’s all I have for you. We did some volunteer work yesterday at a local clínica and painted an exterior wall. Monday, I saw my first causality on the beach when a wave got the best of a student. He got knocked around pretty good by the waves and end up going to the hospital for x-rays. I’m happy to report that he is fine and doing well.
Nanou, Jesús and I hung out on the beach today which was fantastic. Love these mornings… I also learned a new phrase to describe my white body: yuca peleada (a peeled yucca plant, which is apparently super white) : )
Playa Tamarindo
Time to get a little done and move toward more productive things. I’ll write more later!
Tighty-Whities are hardly appropriate as under garments these days, let alone on the beach,
Jessica Lynn
Monday, June 20, 2011
Cerro Amigos Ascent
From: 18 de junio
Today, I woke up around 6:00 a.m. and saw my group off to Arenal for the weekend. The group went with a guide and I stayed back here in Monteverde. I will meet up with them in Flamingo on Sunday. Last night, Jesús, Julian and I went to Bar Amigos to play some pool and dance. It was a lot of fun, but it was a late, late night.
Early in the day on Friday, Jesús and I made plans to climb to the top of the mountain Cerro Amigos on Saturday, which is the tallest point in Monteverde with the best views. It is always where the local T.V. towers are located. I was under strict instructions NOT to wake up Jesús before 9:30 a.m., so after seeing the group off, I came back to my apartment, ran, and made a cup of coffee. Around 9:00 a.m., Dad called on Skype and we talked for about 40 minutes. Lucky for Jesús…
Around 9:45 I went and got Jesús up so we could start our hike. Earlier in the morning, the sun was out and it was gorgeous outside. Around 10 a.m. when we started out, the clouds had already set in. We set out anyway!
Let me go ahead and explain what this so called ‘hike’ was like. First of all, it’s not a trail hike or anything of the sort. It’s a climb straight up a mud covered road. It’s not like you wind your way through the trees before reaching the summit. No, literally every time you turned a corner, the road went straight up. Between fighting to stay afoot in all of the mud, and general humidity that comes with Costa Rica, it was quite the endurance work out. Not to mention, I had already run 6 miles earlier that morning straight up the mountain. Jesús was bouncing along, full of energy, and my legs were shot. There were exactly three ‘breaks’ in the steep climb.
The final total (see the picture) was 6072 feet above sea level. We hiked probably a total of 3.5 km to get up there and it took around 50-55 minutes. I can not even explain my ecstasy at reaching the summit—and I like to think I’m in pretty good physical condition. Julian is in a lot of trouble for not elaborating just what exactly we were getting ourselves into.
Anyway, we climbed all the way to the top only to be greeted by a lot of clouds and no views to speak of. It was pretty cool to be standing in a cloud though at one point and as Jesús put it, “Bueno, lo hicimos.” Well, we did it. Yes, yes we did.
We stayed around the top for a while before beginning the descent. The descent was also more challenging than the climb because we were slipping and sliding every where in the mud. Gracias a Dios, it didn’t rain! Want to know something crazy, people actually live up there! We met one man along the trail who descends about every eight days to buy food and supplies and then hikes all of the way back up with a huge backpack full of food. No puedo imaginar…
Almost immediately when we reached the bottom, we headed to a local supermercado to get some supplies to make lunch. Upon arriving at the bottom, it also started to pour. What luck that it waited until we were at the bottom! : )
In keep in tradition with Jesús’s Spanish culture, after lunch it was siesta time for me. I woke up just in time to order Chinese delivery and talk to Muni for a while.
I think it’s about time to go back to bed. Tomorrow, I leave for Flamingo! More to come when I get there…
Buenas noches a todos,
Jessica Lynn
Today, I woke up around 6:00 a.m. and saw my group off to Arenal for the weekend. The group went with a guide and I stayed back here in Monteverde. I will meet up with them in Flamingo on Sunday. Last night, Jesús, Julian and I went to Bar Amigos to play some pool and dance. It was a lot of fun, but it was a late, late night.
Early in the day on Friday, Jesús and I made plans to climb to the top of the mountain Cerro Amigos on Saturday, which is the tallest point in Monteverde with the best views. It is always where the local T.V. towers are located. I was under strict instructions NOT to wake up Jesús before 9:30 a.m., so after seeing the group off, I came back to my apartment, ran, and made a cup of coffee. Around 9:00 a.m., Dad called on Skype and we talked for about 40 minutes. Lucky for Jesús…
Around 9:45 I went and got Jesús up so we could start our hike. Earlier in the morning, the sun was out and it was gorgeous outside. Around 10 a.m. when we started out, the clouds had already set in. We set out anyway!
Let me go ahead and explain what this so called ‘hike’ was like. First of all, it’s not a trail hike or anything of the sort. It’s a climb straight up a mud covered road. It’s not like you wind your way through the trees before reaching the summit. No, literally every time you turned a corner, the road went straight up. Between fighting to stay afoot in all of the mud, and general humidity that comes with Costa Rica, it was quite the endurance work out. Not to mention, I had already run 6 miles earlier that morning straight up the mountain. Jesús was bouncing along, full of energy, and my legs were shot. There were exactly three ‘breaks’ in the steep climb.
The final total (see the picture) was 6072 feet above sea level. We hiked probably a total of 3.5 km to get up there and it took around 50-55 minutes. I can not even explain my ecstasy at reaching the summit—and I like to think I’m in pretty good physical condition. Julian is in a lot of trouble for not elaborating just what exactly we were getting ourselves into.
Anyway, we climbed all the way to the top only to be greeted by a lot of clouds and no views to speak of. It was pretty cool to be standing in a cloud though at one point and as Jesús put it, “Bueno, lo hicimos.” Well, we did it. Yes, yes we did.
We stayed around the top for a while before beginning the descent. The descent was also more challenging than the climb because we were slipping and sliding every where in the mud. Gracias a Dios, it didn’t rain! Want to know something crazy, people actually live up there! We met one man along the trail who descends about every eight days to buy food and supplies and then hikes all of the way back up with a huge backpack full of food. No puedo imaginar…
Almost immediately when we reached the bottom, we headed to a local supermercado to get some supplies to make lunch. Upon arriving at the bottom, it also started to pour. What luck that it waited until we were at the bottom! : )
In keep in tradition with Jesús’s Spanish culture, after lunch it was siesta time for me. I woke up just in time to order Chinese delivery and talk to Muni for a while.
I think it’s about time to go back to bed. Tomorrow, I leave for Flamingo! More to come when I get there…
Buenas noches a todos,
Jessica Lynn
¡Feliz Cumpleaños, Papá!
From: 17 de junio
I’ll admit it. It was difficult waking up this morning after being out at Mata e Caña last night. It’s a bar here in Monteverde. I am not used to being out so late, but it was really fun! I finally got to dance. : )
This morning the group went to the Extremo Canopy Tour. This is probably the twelfth time I’ve done the tour, and I still find it exciting. I don’t really get an adrenaline rush, but it’s still fun!
Today is my group’s last day in Monteverde, so they are finishing up classes and taking dance class tonight. Tomorrow we head out to Arenal and the hot springs that await me. Yay : )
All right, I’m trying to wrap up things in Groups Office so I can go hang out with Muni in her office.
Feliz Cumpleaños, Papá : )
Chao pescado,
Jessica Lynn
I’ll admit it. It was difficult waking up this morning after being out at Mata e Caña last night. It’s a bar here in Monteverde. I am not used to being out so late, but it was really fun! I finally got to dance. : )
This morning the group went to the Extremo Canopy Tour. This is probably the twelfth time I’ve done the tour, and I still find it exciting. I don’t really get an adrenaline rush, but it’s still fun!
Today is my group’s last day in Monteverde, so they are finishing up classes and taking dance class tonight. Tomorrow we head out to Arenal and the hot springs that await me. Yay : )
All right, I’m trying to wrap up things in Groups Office so I can go hang out with Muni in her office.
Feliz Cumpleaños, Papá : )
Chao pescado,
Jessica Lynn
Friday, June 17, 2011
Free Morning!
From yesterday...June 16th.
You would not believe how excited we chaperones become when we read “Free Time in the Morning” on the itinerary. It actually adds a little bounce in our step.
This morning was riquísimo. I woke up around 5:30 and set off on a 10k (6 mile) run… A rather terrible 3 miles straight up the mountain to the Biological Reserve and then a relaxing 3 back down. I came back, made myself a cup of Monteverde coffee and started my laundry.
I moseyed into work around 9:00 and called home to talk to my mom for a while and catch up on life in the States. From there, I sought out Muni to get the keys to her house to go back and get us the rest of the key lime pie. She thought they were hidden outside of her house, so I walked there in hurry, but to no avail; the keys were not there and I could not get our pie. : ( Maybe later…
Free time was followed by cooking class with the group, and they made chimichangas. They were delicious!
I think the guys and I have secure another homemade dinner tonight, so things are looking good for dinner…that’s after I attend dance class with Jesús.
Happy dancing,
Jessica Lynn
You would not believe how excited we chaperones become when we read “Free Time in the Morning” on the itinerary. It actually adds a little bounce in our step.
This morning was riquísimo. I woke up around 5:30 and set off on a 10k (6 mile) run… A rather terrible 3 miles straight up the mountain to the Biological Reserve and then a relaxing 3 back down. I came back, made myself a cup of Monteverde coffee and started my laundry.
I moseyed into work around 9:00 and called home to talk to my mom for a while and catch up on life in the States. From there, I sought out Muni to get the keys to her house to go back and get us the rest of the key lime pie. She thought they were hidden outside of her house, so I walked there in hurry, but to no avail; the keys were not there and I could not get our pie. : ( Maybe later…
Free time was followed by cooking class with the group, and they made chimichangas. They were delicious!
I think the guys and I have secure another homemade dinner tonight, so things are looking good for dinner…that’s after I attend dance class with Jesús.
Happy dancing,
Jessica Lynn
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Waterfalls and Cookouts : )
Today the group hiked to San Luis Waterfall here in Monteverde. Despite all of my time spent here in Costa Rica, I have never made this hike. It was awesome! The hike took about 35 minutes to complete, and at the top was a beautiful waterfall. Naturally, I swam in its waters… Yes, it was cold. Did I try to climb up the side? Yes, I did that too. Mom, are you nervous yet? I’ll say ‘yes’ to that as well. : )
The hike down wasn’t too difficult, and I really enjoyed being out there. The trail had tree bridges and narrow pathways and you really had to watch your step. It was pretty cool. I’m looking forward to hiking more this summer here in Costa Rica and later in Alaska!
Oh, and I posted this to Facebook yesterday and meant every word of it:
I'm not sure who was behind the engineering of it, but putting the timed air freshener at eye level in the bathroom was a really really bad idea.
My head came out smelling like a weird combination of orchids and lilies (according the label). I started planning my bathroom trips around when I thought it might spray--which was every 12, 18 or 36 minutes.
Tonight we also had a BBQ at Muni’s house! It was amazing. The guys barbequed marinated chicken and made guacamole while we women made key lime pie for dessert. Julian, Jesús, Arelys, Muni, Adrian and I all hung out afterward just talking and relaxing. It’s been my favorite night thus far. I’ve missed Muni and Arelys : )
All right it’s late…going to try and sleep for more than two hours at a time!
The hike down wasn’t too difficult, and I really enjoyed being out there. The trail had tree bridges and narrow pathways and you really had to watch your step. It was pretty cool. I’m looking forward to hiking more this summer here in Costa Rica and later in Alaska!
Oh, and I posted this to Facebook yesterday and meant every word of it:
I'm not sure who was behind the engineering of it, but putting the timed air freshener at eye level in the bathroom was a really really bad idea.
My head came out smelling like a weird combination of orchids and lilies (according the label). I started planning my bathroom trips around when I thought it might spray--which was every 12, 18 or 36 minutes.
Tonight we also had a BBQ at Muni’s house! It was amazing. The guys barbequed marinated chicken and made guacamole while we women made key lime pie for dessert. Julian, Jesús, Arelys, Muni, Adrian and I all hung out afterward just talking and relaxing. It’s been my favorite night thus far. I’ve missed Muni and Arelys : )
All right it’s late…going to try and sleep for more than two hours at a time!
Buenas noches,
Jessica Lynn
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tico Cooking Attempt (And Success)
Master Chefs Jesus and Julian with their masterpiece Written yesterday (June 14)...
Last night we chaperones (Jesús, Julian and I) decided to cook an authentic Tico meal at their apartment. I’ll go ahead and admit that they did most of the cooking because I arrived late after staying late at work to help Muni.
When I arrived at their place, they were in the middle of creating a salad and preparing a pineapple and mange smoothie. While the smoothie was a huge success, the salad, well…not so much. It had all of the makings of a good salad: tomatoes, lettuce (I informed them later it was cabbage), avocado and olive oil, but by missing vinegar it was missing a lot. I tried to add a little pepper and splash of limón, but to no avail. The picture doesn’t do it justice. It looked much worse. Nevertheless, it was edible and we were hungry.
The guys did a great job with the food (although Digna who works at CPI had to cook the rice and beans for them). The guys made plantains, a smoothie with pineapple and mango, tortillas and pork. It was so good! Gracias, señoritos : )
After dinner, we sat together and watched How I Met Your Mother. Just hanging out was really nice and it meant less time listening to the wind make weird noises at my apartment! : )
Ok…buenas noches!
Jessica Lynn
When I arrived at their place, they were in the middle of creating a salad and preparing a pineapple and mange smoothie. While the smoothie was a huge success, the salad, well…not so much. It had all of the makings of a good salad: tomatoes, lettuce (I informed them later it was cabbage), avocado and olive oil, but by missing vinegar it was missing a lot. I tried to add a little pepper and splash of limón, but to no avail. The picture doesn’t do it justice. It looked much worse. Nevertheless, it was edible and we were hungry.
The guys did a great job with the food (although Digna who works at CPI had to cook the rice and beans for them). The guys made plantains, a smoothie with pineapple and mango, tortillas and pork. It was so good! Gracias, señoritos : )
After dinner, we sat together and watched How I Met Your Mother. Just hanging out was really nice and it meant less time listening to the wind make weird noises at my apartment! : )
Ok…buenas noches!
Jessica Lynn
Monday, June 13, 2011
And so it begins...
Written yesterday (June 12)...finally got to internet access today! My group arrived last night! They are lindísimos. I already like them. : )
We stayed at a beautiful hotel up on a mountainside. I woke up this morning and faced a dilemma on my morning run: do I run up the mountain and then back down, or run down and climb back up? I chose a little of both and proceeded to run laps up and down the mostly flat drive leading back to our hotel. I think the guard got tired of seeing me run past…
The group went on the Café Britt coffee tour today. It was not like I remembered. : ( It’s not nearly as entertaining this year and is completely different than last year. I hope it was only a fluke…
After the tour, we stopped by a mini festival at CPI that was celebrating the 20th anniversary of CPI! Afterward, we got on the road and headed off to Monteverde. Four hours later, we arrived!
I’m staying at the CPI residencies next to CPI. I have my own kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom in my own little apartment. It’s great! The only bothersome thing: apparently the boys took all of my food that Arelys bought for me to make dinner. They could have at least invited me over for food. : ) Guess it’s granola and fruit snacks tonight. It’s too late and too far to get something.
Another fun phrase: Fútbol americano es un deporte de animales jugado por caballeros; el fútbol es un deporte de caballeros jugado por animales.
American football is a sport for animals placed by gentleman; soccer is a sport for gentleman, placed by animals.
We stayed at a beautiful hotel up on a mountainside. I woke up this morning and faced a dilemma on my morning run: do I run up the mountain and then back down, or run down and climb back up? I chose a little of both and proceeded to run laps up and down the mostly flat drive leading back to our hotel. I think the guard got tired of seeing me run past…
The group went on the Café Britt coffee tour today. It was not like I remembered. : ( It’s not nearly as entertaining this year and is completely different than last year. I hope it was only a fluke…
After the tour, we stopped by a mini festival at CPI that was celebrating the 20th anniversary of CPI! Afterward, we got on the road and headed off to Monteverde. Four hours later, we arrived!
I’m staying at the CPI residencies next to CPI. I have my own kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom in my own little apartment. It’s great! The only bothersome thing: apparently the boys took all of my food that Arelys bought for me to make dinner. They could have at least invited me over for food. : ) Guess it’s granola and fruit snacks tonight. It’s too late and too far to get something.
Another fun phrase: Fútbol americano es un deporte de animales jugado por caballeros; el fútbol es un deporte de caballeros jugado por animales.
American football is a sport for animals placed by gentleman; soccer is a sport for gentleman, placed by animals.
Cafe y Amor,
Jessica Lynn
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Even Costa Rica has a Wal-Mart
It's here.
Danimals!
Monteverde Brand yogurt.
In case you’re wondering, the Wal-Mart here is almost exactly like the ones we are accustomed to back home. They have the same brands (see the Danimals picture) intermixed with Costa Rican brands (see the Monteverde Brand picture). The store has it all—from food to household appliances to a vision center. All at the lowest prices of course.
And true to Wal-Mart tradition, the demographic remains about the same as the U.S.—in case you were wondering that too.
I am still making my usual adjustments down here (i.e. forgetting that the toilet paper goes in the trash can, not the toilet).
Two of the chaperones and I met up and went to Longhorns last night for fun. It was really nice to just hangout and relax. I’ll be meeting up with them again in Monteverde!
It’s time to have my last dinner with my host family. : ( I’m really sad to leave them. Mayi and her family are the best host family one could have, and I am truly going to miss staying here this summer. It’s a good thing I will still see her at work in Heredia!
Café Britt tomorrow followed by a transfer to Monteverde. Pura Vida. : )
Amor,
Jessica Lynn
Learned another phrase: Pueblo pequeño, Infierno grande. (Small town, big hell.) Not necessarily true, but fun to say anyway : )
Friday, June 10, 2011
Braids and Bad Karaoke
Well, you can only check your email so much in one day, and I’ve exceeded the limit.
The morning was busy with printing things for my group and getting things ready for this morning. However, all of that ended around 10:30. I’ve gotten a montón done for grad, so I’m happy about that. I won’t speak too unkindly of being bored because I’m sure I will eat my words in a week. : )
Last night was fun at the house. Jesús (the chaperone who is staying at the same place as me) and I hung out on our second floor patio listening to really terrible karaoke being sung from about 3 blocks down. That’s right, three blocks…that should give you a good idea of how loud they must have been singing. And it still sounded bad from three blocks away. : )
After that, I started reading a book and listening to Jesús crack up laughing at youtube videos in the next room over.
Tomorrow I get my first group! I’ll pick them up in the evening and we’ll leave for Monteverde in the morning after a Café Britt tour. Pura Vida.
I learned a couple of new Costaricanismos today: Guilas= children or women; Guilerio=a lot of kids, or a lot of women
The morning was busy with printing things for my group and getting things ready for this morning. However, all of that ended around 10:30. I’ve gotten a montón done for grad, so I’m happy about that. I won’t speak too unkindly of being bored because I’m sure I will eat my words in a week. : )
Last night was fun at the house. Jesús (the chaperone who is staying at the same place as me) and I hung out on our second floor patio listening to really terrible karaoke being sung from about 3 blocks down. That’s right, three blocks…that should give you a good idea of how loud they must have been singing. And it still sounded bad from three blocks away. : )
After that, I started reading a book and listening to Jesús crack up laughing at youtube videos in the next room over.
Tomorrow I get my first group! I’ll pick them up in the evening and we’ll leave for Monteverde in the morning after a Café Britt tour. Pura Vida.
I learned a couple of new Costaricanismos today: Guilas= children or women; Guilerio=a lot of kids, or a lot of women
Meggie y yo!
Trensas! (Braids)
Mucho amor,
Jessica Lynn
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Sweated Chicken with the Pope
Days 1 and 2 are in the books.
I spent most of the day just hanging out at the school before going ‘home’ around 7:00 p.m. I am staying with Mayi and her family. Yay! I love staying there. There is another chaperone, Jesús, staying there as well, along with a woman from Kansas. It’s a full house!
I woke up this morning and went for my first run. 5 miles. It was toasty even at 5:30 a.m. I am hesitant to venture too far from my home stay (even with pepper spray) so I ended up running numerous laps around a church and soccer field. Looking forward to running in Monteverde…
I was re-trained in a couple of areas today that I needed to brush up on. This is useful considering I dive right in to my first group this weekend. We have added some new things this year like a Twitter account, Facebook page and other fun things to keep parents and the public in the knew about what all CPI is doing. It’s a great thing for the school, but it’s a lot of work for us chaperones!
I tried to be productive, but sometimes it’s a ‘hurry up and wait’ kind of thing. I did translate an entire itinerary into Spanish…so, that’s good.
Anyway, speaking of translations, Meggie tagged me today in a photo of a horribly translated menú.
What exactly is a Sweated Chicken, anyway? And do you like your Pope served with salad?
I spent most of the day just hanging out at the school before going ‘home’ around 7:00 p.m. I am staying with Mayi and her family. Yay! I love staying there. There is another chaperone, Jesús, staying there as well, along with a woman from Kansas. It’s a full house!
I woke up this morning and went for my first run. 5 miles. It was toasty even at 5:30 a.m. I am hesitant to venture too far from my home stay (even with pepper spray) so I ended up running numerous laps around a church and soccer field. Looking forward to running in Monteverde…
I was re-trained in a couple of areas today that I needed to brush up on. This is useful considering I dive right in to my first group this weekend. We have added some new things this year like a Twitter account, Facebook page and other fun things to keep parents and the public in the knew about what all CPI is doing. It’s a great thing for the school, but it’s a lot of work for us chaperones!
I tried to be productive, but sometimes it’s a ‘hurry up and wait’ kind of thing. I did translate an entire itinerary into Spanish…so, that’s good.
Anyway, speaking of translations, Meggie tagged me today in a photo of a horribly translated menú.
What exactly is a Sweated Chicken, anyway? And do you like your Pope served with salad?
This is why you hire out for these sorts of things... : )
Hopefully heading back to the homestay soon. Yo adoro a mi familia tica!
Chop of pork,
Jessica Lynn
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Back in Costa Rica!
The picture is a little dated. It's my official CPI picture from 2 years ago. Estoy aqui! I made it. The flights were easy and I flew through customs.
I somehow managed to seat myself right in the middle of two groups of high school students on the flight from Atlanta to San Jose. Mom reminded me that I am just getting ready for next summer when I might bring my own group. : )
Glad I'm in safe and sound. My Spanish is going well, so I'm muy emocionada about that.
It's sooooo good to see everyone! There are so many people here in Heredia right now. I can not believe it's been a year since I've been here.
All right, I'll post more later!
Pura vida,
Jessica Lynn
Sunday, June 5, 2011
When Pigs Fly
...I'll run a marathon.
That's what I told myself for 24 years of my life. And then, at 24 and 1 month, I thought it suddenly sounded like a good idea.
I ran my first full marathon on May 1 in Cincinnati. It was great! I had, arguably, the BEST pit crew covering great lengths and areas to ensure my success. To be completely honest, I could not have done it without them.
My mom and sister cheered from the sidewalks and cheered even louder as I came in to the finish.
My brother started the race with me and then jumped back on the course for the last 1/2 mile to run in with me. As I was immensely fatigued and ready to cross the finish, he talked me through the last grueling steps, pointing out people that I should try to catch or to beat. I apparently had enough gas left to try to hold a conversation with him until he informed me, "Let me do the talking, just run." I liked that idea the best. What an amazing thing to have him on the course with me.
And then there is my dad. I have trouble finding the words to describe my immense gratitude and love for his desire to see me through my entire journey and make sure that I had everything I needed to succeed. I covered 26.2 miles that day. My dad covered 15 miles on foot to ensure that I had dry shoes and socks if I needed them, food, gels, and support. My excitement (and relief) was evident in my running and expression when I saw him at miles 11 and 19 waiting patiently along the route with all my extra gear and food.
Of course, the food he handed me at mile 11 I promptly handed back to him at mile 19 after being tired of carrying it. Although, I think it was a good thing because he didn't have any food out with him, and if you do the calculations, he still had a 7 mile walk back to the finish line to meet up with the family. We are bringing his bike next time. : )
I had such a positive experience that I am going back for more this fall. I think I'd like to qualify for Boston seeing as though I finished 1 minute off the current qualifying standards. Next year, they become a little more difficult, but I'd like to still try. Plus, my sister and I have to run one together...although she has since sworn them off. Love you, hermanita osita. : )
Okay, I am off to Costa Rica in 3 days! Just spent a weekend at the state track meet and relaxing by the pool today! Oh the life of a teacher and coach... (P.s. I get my own room next year!!)
Ok, hasta pronto,
Jessica Lynn
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