I speak Spanish a few times a week at my job and my mouth quickly gets tired and clumsy from the unfamiliar shapes it has to make. The only reason I remember the word for "hole" is because I have huecos in my vocabulary. I stopped straining to understand new accents and simply tell people to slow down if I can't understand them.
School never taught me to file taxes, or how to set a budget. CCD (Sunday school) never taught me why Catholics say the things we do in Mass. Job trainings are never as good as the boss promises they'll be in the interview. The vet didn't tell me how to trick my kitten into taking medicine.
You see, when the future is open to any possibility, when you can go anywhere, do anything, when you have no responsibilities or commitments, you think you're free.
As I mentioned in my last post about why I'm glad I studied in Costa Rica, I don't at all regret my decision. However, there are downsides to every decision, and I'm writing this post so that those who may be considering studying in Costa Rica can see both sides of the coin. The longer… Continue reading Hindsight: Reasons I Would Have Considered Studying Abroad Somewhere Other Than Costa Rica
I liked learning Spanish. A lot. Not because it was easy (it wasn't). Maybe because it's the hardest thing I've ever done. I'm not a "natural" language learner--if such a thing exists. Every word I know and every sentence that comes out smoothly when I talk has hundreds, or maybe thousands, of incomprehensible attempts at… Continue reading Learning a New Language: Not Even Once
It would be nice if I had a picture of a chicken bus, wouldn't it? Yeah, about that... All I can tell you is that no chickens were harmed in the making of the chicken buses. I actually have no idea why they're called chicken buses; although they are indeed buses, they do not resemble… Continue reading “A Chicken Bus is Never Full!” and Other Tales of Nicaraguan Transport
As some of you may have noticed, my blog posts have become sparser and sparser. Part of this is my university workload--in my literature class, I have to read a novel a week (in Spanish!!). Part of it is I'm lazy and when I'm not studying or doing something Costa Rica-ish, I'm napping or something.… Continue reading Why I’ve Stopped Writing About Costa Rica