Si Dios Quiere

Next week marks three months since arriving in El Capulin, (and one and a half months since my last post. I know. I’ll do better). In Peace Corps, the first three months in site are usually spent talking to community members, observing habits and routines, and trying to figure out what the community needs and wants from us as volunteers. While I have been teaching in the schools and my community class and am in the planning stages of a couple of other projects, I’ve been taking it slow and trying to integrate more in the community before jumping head first into projects that the community doesn’t have any interest in.

During these months, I’ve become accustomed to a few cultural matters that pop-up in my daily life. One of those things is the use of the phrase “si Dios quiere,” which translates to “if God wants.” Costa Rica is a Catholic country and there are waves of Catholicism throughout the culture, even if the community isn’t exclusively Catholic. “Si Dios quiere” is used by adults and kids and in all sorts of contexts. When someone leaves the school for the day they usually say, see you tomorrow, if God wants. When I talk to my host family about going to the beach my host sister will say, yeah, that sounds great, if God wants. When I talk to my co-teacher about co-planning after classes the following day she’ll say sure, if God wants.

Now, the cultural implications of this phrase aren’t just about Costa Rica and Catholicism. It leads to a struggle that most volunteers face in all Peace Corps countries; which is to say, most of the time, God does not want. I’ve found that many times when I plan a meeting or class or trip, the corresponding party doesn’t show, texts me saying they forgot they have another meeting, or simply never speaks of said trip again. This is a significant challenge when trying to organize pretty much anything, and yet I am slowly getting used to it.

Costa Rica is also famous for their “Tico time:” a name used to define their laidback lifestyle. When I set up a meeting for 10:00am, the other party might not show up until 10:30, 11:15, or not at all, signaling that God obviously didn’t want this meeting to happen.

I know that I am not the only volunteer to face this challenge but it can still be super frustrating. There have been a number of times where I organized a class and it gets cancelled for other things, or only a couple of people show up. And I am a smidge nervous to start any huge project where I need a lot of community support because it just might not happen. And there have been times where I wonder if I am doing anything of importance, or if the community of El Capulin really wants a volunteer.

But, looking at these experiences from another angle, my patience is getting really good practice. I am reading more than I have in my entire life. I look around and take in my surroundings more. I appreciate where I am at any given moment; I mean, living in Costa Rica is a pretty cool thing and I remember that when I’m sitting around. And probably the most significant realization is the fact that meetings and work don’t rule lives here. Timeliness and work are viewed differently and are not the end all, be all of the day. It’s not that Costa Ricans don’t work hard. They just take more coffee breaks to talk about their lives, and their children’s lives, and their neighbors’ lives. Personal relationships come first, work second.  

Don’t get me wrong, the fact that God doesn’t want half of my plans to come to fruition is going to be an ongoing annoyance and challenge. And I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. But the time that I spend waiting around is teaching me other lessons and giving me the opportunity to explore other aspects of myself that I usually don’t have time to think about. So maybe it will be ok.

I am really going to try to write more and keep you updated on my projects and life here, si Dios quiere. I’ll be in San Jose for in-service training next week and I would love to share what other volunteers are doing in their sites, as well as my own.

Thanks for all the love and encouragement from home.

Love and miss you all.

Annie 

I love schedules.

Sorry I have been MIA for a little bit. I’ve been pleasantly busy and trying to figure out my new life in El Capulin, but after reading my last post, I realize how much I have to tell you!

It’s been about a month and a half in site and I am feeling like I’m starting to get a handle on what life is going to be like for the next two years; which is to say, I have no idea what every day is going to bring, and I’m beginning to accept that.

Ever since fifth grade, I’ve loved schedules and plans and organization. It all makes me feel grounded and in control of my life. And I do have a schedule here in Costa Rica, which I am going to share with you. But if that schedule ever goes as planned, I will be shocked.

Monday through Thursday I am working in the schools. I go to La Escuela Laborotorio from 8:40 until 11:40, and to La Escuela El Capulin from 3:30 until 5:40. Now, I go to the schools with the intention of co-teaching seven classes every day, four in the Lab and three in El Capulin. That would make sense, right? I go to the school and I teach. However, in Costa Rica, and I think especially in Guanacaste, the province I live in, classes are often interrupted for assemblies or “Acto Civicos” where the entire school comes together for any number for reasons. Last Monday classes were normal at El Capulin, but two class periods were interrupted in the Lab for a vehicle safety acto civico. Tuesday, all four class periods at the Lab were used for a speech competition and El Capulin had a teachers’ meeting in the afternoon, so there were no classes. Wednesday and Thursday, classes were normal at the Lab, but first grade left early at El Capulin because… well… I’m not sure why.

So far, over the month and a half I have been here, I’ve witnessed acto civicos covering healthy eating, peace, vehicle safety, student government debate, elections, and transfer of powers ceremony (all separate days), speech competition, art festival, science fair and more that I am forgetting, I’m sure. Don’t get me wrong. These are all fabulous things to have in school and to talk about, but why they have to be all school events, which takes an absurd amount to time to organize these children, get them quiet and do the actual event part, is beyond me.

And the fact that we don’t have classes is not just teachers not showing up for school, which was a big problem I noticed when I was volunteering in Ghana for a summer. This is institutional and something that I am going to have to get used to.

Back to my schedule, I use the evenings and the weekends to cross things off of my to-do list and to wander the community. I started a community English class for adults that meets on Thursdays for a couple of hours, and I’m thinking of other projects to do outside of the schools.

I don’t really feel lost anymore, which was the vibe I was getting when I read my last post. I have things to do and places to go, even if classes aren’t held. I am familiar and comfortable walking around the neighborhood, and I am slowly but surely mastering navigation in Liberia.

I think people are starting to know who I am and kind of why I am here, although there’s a lot of people that still probably think who is this chick and when is she leaving. The students and I are working on our relationship as well, and every week I think I’ve gained the trust of another one. The English teachers that I work with are great, and while we aren’t really planning lessons together, I think we work really well together in the classroom and with time we can make a schedule for when we will plan (we’ll see if that schedule ever holds firm). And the other teachers in the schools are nice and I feel part of their community too.

I’ll try to post more regularly and keep you updated on how many classes I actually teach.

I love and miss you all

Annie         

Week One

I have officially been in site for one week and let me tell you, it has been a ride. Not so much a rollercoaster ride that you might be thinking of, but more like a very slow and scary Ferris-wheel ride.

I’ll start with Friday which is the part where I am waiting in line for the ride, feeling excited and a little throw-upy.  

I, along with my 20 training peers, swore-in as Peace Corps Volunteers at the Ambassador’s house. It was kind of a surreal moment for me as it marked the transition from trainee, where I had planned schedules, a host family that treated me like their toddler child, and was with my friends all day, every day, to a volunteer where I am on my own.

The day was really fun and I couldn’t imagine swearing-in with any other group. I don’t think I’ve really spoken to how fantastic my training group is, but really, we are fantastic. Everyone is so different, yet we fit like a puzzle without any missing pieces. It might be because there are only 21 of us, while most groups swear-in with 40ish, so we’ve had the ability to make connections with everyone individually. Some of us are cray, cray, and others are just chill enough to make the group a nice level of fun.

Watching everyone walk up to get their certificates, take pictures, and say hi to their families brought tears to my eyes; literally and probably not that surprising since I’m a smidge of an emotional person.

After, we all went out to eat at a Lebanese restaurant to celebrate and nine of us stayed in San Jose for the night to shop around and celebrate some more.

I spent Saturday with my host family and packing and crying.

On Sunday I left for El Capulin. Strapped into the Ferris-wheel, no getting off.

First, let me say, Peace Corps does a great job in training. I’ve learned a ton of Spanish, a lot about Costa Rican culture, I feel safe and healthy, and I think I know some stuff about teaching English. However, there really isn’t a fool-proof way to teach integration or how to start the job we were sent here to do. These are case by case scenarios and volunteers kind of have to throw themselves into it.

With that said, I woke up on Monday feeling pretty sick. Like, stomach in my throat sick, don’t know what the heck I’m doing sick, don’t want to get out of bed sick, do I have to make my breakfast or will it be made for me sick. I’ve had this feeling before but never so intense. However, in every other experience I’ve had, once I put my feet on the ground, stood up, and walked out my bedroom door, I felt a little better. So that’s what I did.

Breakfast was, in fact, made for me but then everyone left the house for work or school and I was alone. I took about three hours to pull myself together and walk over to the school to say “Hi! I’m here! For two years!” (FYI, I was making educational materials during those three hours so I didn’t feel completely useless)

I spent the first day at the school chatting with teachers and the director and the cook. Basically stalking anyone and everyone that would speak to me.

The second day I did the same.

The third day I still had not spoken to the English teacher or stepped foot in a classroom and I started thinking this was going to be harder than I thought. A little background info: The school day is split in two. One week, first, second and third grades go to school from 7:00am to 12:10pm and then fourth, fifth and sixth grades go from 12:30 until 5:40. The next week they switch times. That means the English teacher goes to school from 7:00am until 8:20am and then from 3:30pm to 5:40. She also has a baby so when she leaves class she books it home. I was always missing her.

On the fourth day, I finally set up a time to meet with her and chat about what she wants from me and how we are going to work together.

On Friday, the fifth day of stalking the school, I met with Leslie after a teacher’s meeting. We chatted for about seven minutes but I officially have a schedule to go to classes with her in the afternoons and I was able to explain to her some ideas I have. She is really nice and seems like she really wants my help. It will be tricky with scheduling time to co-plan, but we’ll deal with that as it comes.

After school on Friday I took some time to collect my thoughts and evaluate my feelings. While during the most of the week I felt pretty bad, once I thought about it, I think I did a pretty good job of starting the integration process in the school community. I was there every day, ate lunch with teachers, chatted with students, made copies in Liberia with the Director, met the president of the Junta (PTA), and one teacher even invited me to go to the beach with her family. Of course I wasn’t teaching English, but I was still there, getting to know the system, and getting to know the school that I will be part of for two years. And while the week really did feel like a long and scary Ferris-wheel ride, it was one where when you get off and think about it, you want to give it another go. And I suppose that’s a good thing since I have quite a few more weeks to ride.

The weekend was a little more relaxed, probably because I didn’t feel like I had to be doing something. I went into Liberia and set up my PO Box (address below/send me things), went into three copy centers looking for the cheapest rates, wandered in and out of stores that had air conditioning and bought myself a fruity drink for a hard week’s work!

I also met with my other English teacher from Escuela Labrotorio, Medleen. She is young, super sweet and super motivated. It is really kind of incredible. She made me lunch and she and her husband took me out for ice cream. I felt a friend vibe from her which will be good to have from a Costa Rican, and she can speak English which is a bonus.

There’s a lot more that keeps popping into my head that I want to say, but I’m going to leave my “Week One” post at this for now. Everything else, I am sure, will be continuous topics that I can share later.

Most important info: My New Address!!!!

Annie Mott PCV

Cuerpo de Paz

Apartado Postal 27-50101

Liberia, Guanacaste

Costa Rica, Centro America

That is my PO Box in Liberia. You can still send things to the old address, but this one will get to me faster. Also, only send packages through USPS and if you put “educational materials” on it, it supposedly doesn’t get tampered with as often.

I love all of you and miss everyone so much.

Annie        

Snapshot of El Capulin

Last week I traveled to my new home of El Capulin, Liberia, Guanacaste for a site visit. It is really different from San Miguel and training in almost every way, but I think it will be a great place to live for the next two years. I’ll break it down into the important parts:

Climate: H. O. T. It is so hot. I am sweating constantly. It is also fairly dry. The rainy season is from May until November, but it is not as heavy or as often as other places in Costa Rica. It also supposedly is very windy from December through January. When I was there last week, it rained one day, for twenty minutes, and then it was super dry and dusty the rest of the time. And hot.  

Housing: I have to live with a host family for the first six months of service. After that, I am able to move out on my own, with a new family, or stay with the same family. Right now, I live with a 40ish year old mom, Albina, an 18 year old host sister, Adriana, a nine year old host sister, Celeste, and a four year old brother. There is another brother who is 14, but lives with his grandparents in Upala.

I have my own room with bunk-beds, a shelf and a fan! The house is “humble,” just as my program manager told me. The floors and walls are cement and the roof is corrugated metal. There is a good foot or two between all of the walls and roof, so it is kind of open. Everyone can hear everything, including my bathroom business. I suppose I’ll get used to that fairly quickly.

The house is about ten meters from the Escuela El Capulin, where I will be working. I can see every person that goes into the school from my front porch. This is super helpful because I won’t have to wake up early to get to work, but also could be a little rough when I am working on other projects or just taking a break and all the kids can see me hanging at my house while they are all in school. We’ll see how it goes.

Community: El Capulin is a barrio of Liberia, the capital of the Guanacaste province. There are around 40,000 people in Liberia, and when I asked people about the population of El Capulin, no one had a clue. From what I observed, it is big. So far, I have divided it into three main sections. These might change as I learn more and become familiar with different spaces in El Capulin, but it’s what I have as of now…

First, there is the area where I live. Most of the houses are similar to mine, with a few made completely of corrugated metal, and others that are nicer. However, it is a fairly poor area. Most kids in this part of town go to Escuela El Capulin, which has 160 students. It is a super cute area and everyone is really friendly. The neighbor kids are in and out of my house all the time, and running around the community like they own the place. There are a couple of mini-supermarkets and pulperias, and a few bars. There is also a soccer field and three different churches. Other than that, it is all houses.

The second area I’ve dubbed as “fancy El Capulin.” You cross Rio Liberia and all of the sudden you are surrounded by condos that look straight from Florida, sheik apartments, and the beginnings of a suburb. This is where all of the professors and doctors live, and all the kids in this area go to private schools. I am not sure if I’ll be working or spending much time in this area, but it might be a potential spot for resources.   

The last area is the “across the highway” area. Escuela Labrotorio John F. Kennedy is right on the other side of the highway from my “home community section” and I will be working in that school as well. I have not explored much of this section and I think it is mostly houses, although I cannot be sure. Figuring out this part of El Capulin is on my “to do” list during my first three months of service.

There might be more of El Capulin that I don’t even know about, but I’m going to take it chunks at a time, starting with where my home is. I really love the feeling that I have in the community though. I feel very safe and I like the fact that kids are out and about at all times and feel comfortable enough to go into pretty much anyone’s home to play. It seems very community oriented and I think that will be helpful to meet people and to begin integrating into culture and way of life in El Capulin.  

My Job: If you haven’t been paying attention, I am a TEFL volunteer, which stands for Teaching English as a Foreign Language. My primary job is to work with Costa Rican English teachers to help improve their levels of English, as well as collaborate on ideas and activities for the classroom. This consists of co-planning lessons and co-teaching those lessons in the schools. I am supposed to be in a classroom 15 to 18 hours a week, but can go more if the teacher wants me.

            

I will be working with two primary school English teachers, one from Escuela El Capulin, and the other from Escuela Labrotorio John F. Kennedy. These two teachers teach grades 1 through 6 in their respective schools. I don’t have a schedule yet because I still haven’t actually met with the teachers to talk about what they want from me and the expectations we have of each other, but I did meet them both, and it seems like they both really want my help which makes me very excited.

            

I am also encouraged to do other projects and people were already asking for a community English class, so I might start that as soon as I feel comfortable in the community. People also talked about wanting a computer lab, kids camps, and working on other projects in the school, so hopefully I will be kept busy.

I officially swear-in as a volunteer on Friday, and I am kind of freakin. I am super excited to be moving on to my real job and having a chance to do things on my own. But I am also really nervous because I am going to be super vulnerable in a brand new community, with limited language, and no one to hang out with that understands U.S. culture. I know these are feelings that I will have throughout my entire two years, and some days will be better than others. One of the main things that I find helpful is revisiting why I decided doing Peace Corps was so important in the first place, and this tends to help put things in perspective until I 

get back into the groove.

Training has really gone by so fast and I can’t believe I’ve been in Costa Rica for almost three months. The two year countdown officially begins on Friday, and I know that it is going to fly by as well.

If you want to watch me swear-in, Costa Rica is fancy and streams it live. I might be a bit boring, but you get to see inside an ambassador’s house… http://www.livestream.com/usembassy. It is happening this Friday, May 11^th, at 11:00 EST.

I love you all, miss everyone, and think of you often.

Annie

My Site!

I did it again. I came home from class and no one was home. I wanted to get some letters written so I sat down with my new stationary from Meghan, and new sharpies from my mom, and started writing. I heard an, “Upe! Dona Luz?!” and knew that I had to go outside to tell whoever it was that Dona Luz wasn’t home and that I couldn’t recharge their phones. I barely stepped out of the front door when a gust of wind slammed it shut. Shit. Why do I keep pad-locking the gate?

I was not about to sit for another hour, so I immediately started, quietly, shouting “Upe?” at my neighbor’s house. I heard movement so I waited. No one came. I shouted a little louder, and a little louder, and louder until I was using my cheerleading voice. Finally, my neighbor poked her head around the curtain and saw me standing about a foot and a half from her window, just on the other side of the cement wall. She came out and I explained that I was locked in my yard and asked if I could climb over the wall and leave through her yard. She laughed and told me “tranquilla,” which is relax, and said of course. Within ten minutes of getting locked in, I was able to get out and walk to the safety of Dona Luz and her keys. It’s amazing what changes in a week. I don’t know if it was my overwhelming confidence that made me believe that I could explain my situation to my neighbor using Spanish, or my dread of sitting there for more than an hour that made me take action, but I am so glad I did.   

On to the really exciting news, I officially have my site placement! For the duration of my service, I will be living in El Capulin, a barrio of Liberia, in the province of Guanacaste. El Capulin is only two kilometers outside of Liberia, which is the capital of Guanacaste, the home of an international airport and has a population of about 40,000. In contrast to the fancy living of Liberia, El Capulin is a pretty poor town and fairly small. I will be working in two elementary schools, each with less than 200 students. Each school has one English teacher and I will be working with them to improve their English and teaching habits. Hopefully they like me.

Guanacaste, the province I’ll be living in, is dubbed the wild, wild west of Costa Rica. It is hot and dry and there is a lot of cattle ranching. I don’t know what El Capulin will be like, since it is so close to a city, but lucky for you, and me, I am visiting it from Saturday until next Wednesday and can give a more detailed post then.

I am really excited to finally have a place to call home for the next two years. And I am super nervous to actually move there and start my life, which will be in three weeks. I think once I am there, everything will feel real and I might freak a little. I have to live with a host family for the first six months, so hopefully I won’t feel super lonely. But I think the reality that I am going to be here, in Costa Rica, for two years, will sink in.

But, hopefully the site visit this coming week will give me a good idea of what my site is like and what I potentially will be working on. How exciting!

This past weekend sixteen of the trainees went to Manuel Antonio, on the Pacific Coast, to get a little sun before we are all split up throughout the country. The beach was gorgeous and the water was fantastic. There were waves and surfers and parasailing and food and sarongs and everyone had a really fun time.

This coming week is the site visit and the week after that is swearing-in and moving out. Everything is moving really fast but I like it! I am feeling really great and comfortable with Costa Rican living and Spanish and teaching. I know that will change when I move, but for now, I am very content.

Thanks for all of the letters and packages. It’s really incredible what an amazingly fantastic group of family and friends I have. I hope to get a PO Box in Liberia, so look for a new address in a few weeks.

I love and miss you all! And Happy Happy Birthday to Meghan! Hope you had the best day ever!!

Annie     

Changes in San Miguel

Time has gotten away from me and kind of a lot has happened since the last time I wrote. So far, I’ve thought about my time in Costa Rica in chunks and those chucks tend to have some big event related to them. I always tell myself, I know I’m going to want to write about that, so I’ll wait until it’s over. And I wait, but the next week has another event that I’m going to want to write about so I wait again. And now it’s been almost three weeks and I have lots of stories.    

Going back to Semana Santa, aka Holy Week:

Costa Rica is a Catholic country, and because of that, schools are closed and many people have the entire week off of work. Unfortunately, I had classes until Wednesday, but the rest of the week I had free.

I think I mentioned this before but my host sister, Ruth, was pregnant. When I came home from class on Wednesday, Dona Luz, my host mom, told me that she was at the hospital all day with Ruth because she was having contractions and it seemed like Jimena, the baby, would be born. I love babies; so obviously, I was super excited to have a host niece around.

About two hours after that initial conversation, Dona Luz told me to pack a bag for one or two days and that we would be leaving in an hour.   Whut?    Now, I had remembered that the week prior, Dona Luz talked about going to visit the Province of Cartago, where her son lives. But, we have talked about other plans before and rarely do they come to fruition. And Ruth was in the hospital. So, I thought, hm… ok, we can go to the hospital and hang out for a bit until the baby is born. It’s a little weird, but I’m down if that’s what we’re going to do!

Now, disclaimer here, Dona Luz very well could have said exactly where we were going and why I needed to pack a bag. And she probably did. But with my Spanish abilities I get the really important information, like pack a bag of clothes, but not the minor details, like where we are going, what to bring, how long we’ll be gone, who’s coming, ect.

So, just in case, I packed three outfits, six pairs of undies, and a bathing suit.

And good thing I did. It turns out we were, in fact, going to Cartago and we were going to stay at Freddy’s house, Dona Luz’s son. We stayed there for two nights and he was a fantastic tour guide and cook. We went to a couple of church ruins, La Negrita Cathedral, Rio Paloma, and other little stops along the way. It was really interesting to be traveling with Costa Ricans who know the history and stories that go along with the sites. It was a lot of fun but also quite a learning experience not knowing all of the details of the trip. Since that experience, I’ve gotten better at asking questions or repeating back information to make sure I understand it correctly and I have it all.   

Tech Week:

The week after Semana Santa I went to visit another PCV in a town next to Puerto Viejo de Sarapiqui. [This is not the Puerto Viejo where Coco and Chris will be honeymooning, but it is the Puerto Viejo where Will Smith and his son were just filming] The goals of this week were to observe four hours of classes, co-plan for four hours, and to co-teach for four hours. And I did just that along with some other non-work-related things.

La Guaria, where Marlene volunteers, is super hot. I was sweating all the time. It’s in the plain lands but there were mountains within walking distance. There were a ton of pineapple and banana fields, which is where the majority of people work.

Marlene works in two primary schools and both are fairly large. Also, there are basically two school days in one, which I found interesting. One group of k-5^th grades comes in from 7:00am until 12:00 and another group goes from 1:00 until 5:00. The teachers teach the same lessons twice every day. And while the kids get about five hours of school every day, the teachers work about ten. The kids were really great though and I thought the English teachers that Marlene works with had a high level of English and worked really well with her.

She also has a community class that I observed and taught in. It is a beginning class and she has about 30 adult students. It was awesome. The classroom was packed and every student was engaged and interested in learning. We played a lot of really fun and interactive games to help reinforce the vocab and get them speaking. I loved it and I thought Marlene did a great job.

When we weren’t working, we did some non-English-teaching related things. Marlene and I went to a “Zumba” class and it is in quotations because, in reality, it was a pretty hard core dance class with cumbia and meringue and other Latin dance moves. My hips just don’t move like that, but maybe by the time I leave Costa Rica I’ll be dancing like a Latina.

We also took a boat tour on the Rio Sarapiqui and it was gorgeous. We saw a crocodile, monkeys, an iguana, bats, and a ton of birds. All in the wild! It was super cool and I felt really one with nature. And, it was free because the boat driver was one of her community class students and insisted it was free. I can’t wait to have a community class!

I loved visiting another place in Costa Rica and seeing variance in weather and landscape firsthand. It was a great week.

Additions to the Family:

When I came back to San Miguel this past Saturday we had four new additions to my host family. We gained a dog and two parrots before I left for tech week, and Jimena was born on the Thursday that I was gone. She is beautiful, with a full head of hair, and sleeps a lot.

I had gotten a text from Dona Luz saying that Jimena was born, so when I got to the house on Saturday and no one was home, I figured they were at Ruth’s admiring the baby. I was going to drop my bags off and I head over after but, very suddenly, I became a prisoner.

Let me set the scene. Practically every house in Costa Rica has a fence around it. The one around my house is green and very tall and impossible to climb. It also has a padlock. On top of that, the door to the actual house automatically locks when it closes.

So, I got home, unlocked the padlock to the fence and locked it again to signal that no one is home because I didn’t want to talk to anyone to explain that Dona Luz wasn’t there (people ask for her a lot because she recharges cell phones). I unlocked the door to the house, put my stuff in my room and took Pinky, our new dog, out front to pee. As I walked outside, one of my students was walking by and stopped to ask where I was the last week and when I would be coming back. We were chatting it up in Spanish and I was feeling really good about it until I heard a SLAM of the front door. I whipped my head around just to confirm my fear that I was now locked out of my house, but inside my front yard without my phone or keys. Awesome. I explained this issue to my student and he laughed and waved goodbye and I was alone with Pinky who kept staring at me like, “Now what are we gonna do?”

It was a nice day so I sat down and I thought I would wait for 30 minutes and someone will probably come home. They knew I was coming home at 2:30 and they would meet me here. So I sat. And 30 minutes go by and I start thinking about an escape plan. I could hop the fence between my house and my neighbor’s house and leave out of their front yard. But, I was wearing a skirt and I would have to explain my situation to a stranger and my family should be coming home any time now. So I sat. And another 30 minutes passed and I was getting cold and I was coming to terms with the fact that I really need to take action. Just as I was about to start yelling for my neighbor, a friend of Dona Luz’s drove up and tells me that everyone is at Ruth’s house and what am I doing just sitting outside. I explain to her the situation and she starts cracking up. Not just a chuckle or even a laugh, but a full out belly laugh. She would have been rolling on the floor if she wasn’t in a car. Once she regained a smidgen of composure she said she would go back to the house and tell someone to release me.

About five minutes later Raquel and Angelo walk up, laughing, and let me out of the cage that I had been stuck in for more than an hour. It was absurd and all the while I kept thinking what a great story this is for my blog, but a horrible situation in real life.

This Friday I find out where I am living for the next two years and I am beyond excited and anxious to know. I cannot wait to google it and ask people about it and find out what type of schools I will be working in! We all go to a country club with a pool and we find out in the morning and they hang all day. So exciting.

And Saturday to Sunday all the trainees are going to Manuel Antonio, a beach on the Pacific Coast, that is supposed to be one of the best.

I was going to wait until these events were over to blog because I know I will want to, but good thing I didn’t! This sucker is loooong.

I miss everyone a ton and love you all times a million.

Annie            

Out of the Routine

So, the schedule that I explained in the last post has been my life for the past five weeks or so. It was nice to get into a groove and feel some form of stability, but I was ready when we had two activities planned that were out of the norm.

First, each PCT visited a TEFL PCV. These are volunteers in our same program that have been in Costa Rica for about a year and a half. The point was to see how and where a volunteer lives and what they do. I visited Jackie for four days and we had a lot of fun. She lives in Congrejal de Acosta. It is in the San Jose Province, but is up in the mountains on the other side of the city from San Miguel. It was about an hour and a half bus ride to Acosta and then another 45 minute drive, in a yellow school bus, up the mountain to Congrejal. This was the first time that I felt like I was in more of a developing country. The roads were pretty bad and the town where she lives does not have many resources. There are about 300 people living there and most are cattle farmers. It was pretty hot during the day, but cooled off nicely at night.

Jackie moved out of her host family’s house and lives in a “mansion.” It is a two story house with a pool in the backyard. It doesn’t have water in it, but it is there… There are also a ton of orange and mango trees on the property and pigs and a horse. The house is a vacation home for a Costa Rican family and Jackie rents it from them. I was told not to expect something so fabulous wherever I am going.

The first day we hiked out behind Jackie’s house, down the side of the mountain, to a waterfall and river. It was gorgeous like something out of National Geographic where only five people have ever visited. It was really nice to hang out and swim there. We also visited another volunteer who lives an additional eight kilometers up the mountain in Sabanillas. We hung out at her house, way smaller and more Peace Corps-ish, and sang Karaoke at the bar next door.

The next day a couple of men were going to be installing toilets in the cultural center that Jackie is helping to organize so we went down to “help.” It was really cool to see the project. The building is an abandoned elementary school that Jackie is converting into a space for workshops, meetings, band practices, parties, and a library. She said it has taken some time getting everything in order and gathering resources, but it is coming together really nicely.

I was also able to go to one of the schools where she teaches and observe her in her first grade class. It was a lot of fun and the kids are so adorable. The school does not have an English teacher, so she is there alone which is kind of difficult to make sustainable, but the kids looked like they were having so much fun.

It was a great weekend and it was cool to see a glimpse of what my life might be like in a month and a half. I liked it.

The second event was this weekend. A PCV group planned a night for all the volunteers in Costa Rica to come together to welcome my group coming into the country and to say goodbye to a group that will be leaving in May. We all booked rooms at a hostel in San Jose, had a cafecito and then went to a bar for pizza and dancing. It was a lot of fun to meet the other volunteers and to hear everyone’s stories… and to be away from home.

This morning we had time to hang out and do whatever so, naturally, a group of us went to see The Hunger Games. Movies are CHEAP in Costa Rica and that movie is fab! We wandered around the mall and downtown before getting on the bus to come back home.

This week coming up is Holy Week. Costa Rica is a Catholic country so pretty much everyone except Peace Corps has the entire week off. Schools are included. I have class Monday through Wednesday and then there are a bunch of processions and activities that happen Thursday through Sunday. My family is actually not Catholic and does not celebrate Easter, I might meet up with another volunteer and their family to go to church.

And the week following Easter is “Tech Week.” I will be going to visit a different volunteer and will be teaching in the schools where she works. That is pretty much all of the information I have on that unfortunately. We find out more details on Tuesday, but it should be really good practice and will hopefully give me an idea of what working will be like.

The love is still rolling in. Thank you!

Love and miss you all.

Annie