ALL of my gringo friends are leaving and not coming back next semester, which is kind of a lonely prospect for me.
It’s funny because when I met the first fellow gringo on the second day in Costa Rica, we had a conversation about how we both wanted to have primarily tico friends and not be like those clusters of exchange students speaking their native language that we see on our home campuses. Guess what? We both became part of that group of gringos joking around in English and laughing uproariously. And I don’t regret it.
The fact is, we all supported each other through what, for some of us (including myself), was one of the hardest periods of our lives. We banded together over the familiarity of home, the ability to sound intelligent when we spoke, and the desire to see an entire country in just over four months. We learned about other parts of the United States from each other and made promises that there will be a place to crash if any of us travel to North Carolina/Utah/Texas/Louisiana/New York/(or whatever state!).
I don’t deal well with awkward sentimental situations and will probably do all I can to avoid good-byes, so here’s my acknowledgement of the good times.