One last shot

Welp, this is my last week of class here in Costa Rica. It is strange to me that I am almost done here already; it seems like I just got here! Although, I would be lying to you if I said I wasn't getting ready to go home. Because of the brevity of my remaining time here, I've found myself in a frantic rush to experience and take in all I can before I head back. =]

This past weekend was rather uneventful- I had made plans to go to the beach on the Pacific coast, a place called Playa Manuel Antonio. But, God had other plans in mind I guess, because I woke up Wednesday morning to see on the news that the zone was to be shut down for 8 days because of heavy tropical storms. This news announcement was accompanied by images of local residents' houses thrashed and flooded from the storm; needless to say, I was more than convinced that I needed to alter my plans for the weekend haha
So, instead, I discovered that my host family has HBO and other movie channels, so I entertained myself by watching movies such as "Indiana Jones:Raiders of the Lost Ark" and "Hitch" in Spanish. Also, I went to go see the new movie "Prince of Persia" in the theater here, which was very entertaining. I ventured to Costa Rica's version of Trader Joe's and picked up some exotic dark chocolates and a few bottles of red wine from Chile and Argentina ("Carmen-Merlot" from Chile and "Fabre Montmayou-Cabernet Sauvignon" from Argentina.

Saturday morning I woke up bright and early to watch the Costa Rica national team take on Slovakia in a friendly soccer match. After it was done, I went with my host dad to the local Farmer's market, which was an enormous, chaotic assortment of fruit and vegetable stands with vendors yelling constantly. I felt a little out of place, probably because my blonde dome popped up above the masses. There were probably a few thousand people at this place, as Costa Ricans have a diet based heavily on fresh fruits and vegetables. My host dad goes every Saturday and buys a shopping cart overflowing with fresh fruits and vegetables, and that is to feed 6 people for a week. I don't think I bought half that much produce in an entire year at college haha!

Today marks the beginning of my last week of class here. My classmate Muriel went back to Utah, where she is the Chair of Religious Studies at the University of Utah (embarrassingly, I found that out her last day of class. woops.) So, I'm flyin solo in class this last week, which means no daydreaming, wandering thoughts, or sleeping because most likely my teacher would notice...
Since its just us guys left, I'm predicting a hearty hunk of class time will be dedicated to discussing the impending World Cup (starts on friday woo!), which I am more than o.k. with! In other news, today I was given a crash course in Costa Rican slang, which I quickly found out was a monumental task. In trying to describe one "slang" phrase, my teacher dropped the f-bomb in class sans qualms; I was pretty stunned that he carried on like nothing happened, because it caught me by surprise. But, then I realized that cursing in another language doesn't have near the effect as they do in your native tongue, because you haven't been trained to react and think that it is a bad word.
To reward myself for going for a run at 5:30 this morning when the sun rose, I cancelled out my athletic gains by gorging myself on two cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven, washing with a liter of icy-cool milk. I'm not really sure what my rationale was for making this into a meal; must be my genetic disposition towards sweet desserts (this one is directed at you, dad!) Probably the best cinnamon rolls I have ever had (now you're jealous Lyle, I can hear your drool hitting the keyboard 2500 miles away =] )
Well, I think this post has been exhaustive enough- I think I hear my ticamadre calling for me to ask about her Farmville farm!
Final exam on Friday heyo!

¡pura vida!