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Der Vogel Ist Em Baum

July 5, 2014

Ah! There is so much to say, I keep getting disheartened at the idea that what will end up in this post is only a fraction of what I experienced. And now, as more time passes without me writing a post, there is so much to share that I feel it’s just impossible to write anything of substance! But fear not citizens of America, I will do my best.

I left off when my mom and I were still in Houston, TX en route to Costa Rica. Well, we made it that night and spent the next couple of days touring around Liberia and the surrounding area. In short, it was great! We ate delicious typical Costa Rican food (Casados, fruit drinks, rice, rice, and more rice, beans, etc.) and had some good conversations with locals be it at the hotel or on our tours. On one of our tours we met a family from Mexico. The dad was Mexican and the mom was German born and raised but has lived in Mexico for… oh goodness, 20, 30 years now? She talked with my mom more and I talked with the 13-year-old daughter. It was so much fun hearing everything she had to say because she was so excited to talk about her country and the different places she has visited. She was very patient with my Spanish and was very perceptive and just super sweet It was a totally awesome experience and reminded me why I love to travel! The title is courtesy of our new German-Mexican friends. It means “The bird is in the tree”. So for you fledgling Spanish speakers that were having trouble translating the title, don’t fret; it’s not Spanish.

My mom flew out Saturday morning, which left me anxiously awaiting the arrival of the other students and, more importantly, the start of the Costa Rica v. Netherlands game. Man, was that an experience. I watched the first half with another student from the program at a nearby restaurant, which was exciting. Then, at half time, we went to the hotel to meet up with two other girls from the program and we spent the rest of the game at the hotel. That was an absolute riot. In a good way of course:) While the Ticos didn’t win, (By summarizing that way I leave out all of the intensity, passion, and downright beautiful athleticism of the game, but let it be known that it was a great game) the enthusiasm never faded. Though you could tell the air was slightly heavy with disappointment and sadness the streets were filled with proud Ticos waving flags and honking their car horns in show of their love for this country and their team, or the sele (sele, short for selección, because the teams for the world cup are a selection of the best players from that country that don’t normally play together). It was altogether surreal. Saturday night, as we settled in to sleep after the long day of excitement the rest of the group arrived weary from travelling, but excited.

Sunday was the official start of programming, but I won’t get into that. I’ll leave that for another post that focuses just on orientation happenings because, let me tell you now, there is a lot to be said. So for now, it’s goodbye, until next time.

 

Hasta Luego,

Hilda

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