Another week has passed in beautiful Costa Rica and both Megon and I commented today on how quickly it went. We've started to get into a nice groove here, getting to know things such as the people of La Fila, how much the bus ride to Tarbaca (where we do our Peace Corps and TEFL training) really costs, and how two straight weeks of gallo pinto feels on the stomach. For the record, we don't mind eating rice and beans everyday.
Today the family took us on another adventure. Last weekend it was the beach, this weekend it was Cerro de la Muerte, otherwise known as Death Hill. No, our host parents don't want us to die. It's the name of the area where they own a cabin. The only deathly thing we saw was on our hike around the area. Megon pointed out a bunch of turkey vultures hanging around some canyon. Once we got closer we saw bones. Soon we found out it was just a dead cow that probably plummeted off the hill's steep slope.
We, on the other hand, made it out alive. After going on a hike and kicking around the soccer ball, our family took us to a family-owned fish farm, where you are guaranteed to catch a rainbow trout. The best part was they cooked it right there. To say the least, we absolutely gorged ourselves, eating four nice sized trout in one sitting.
I'd love to write more, but it's getting dark here and we prefer to walk home in the light. It took two weeks, but Megon and I finally found an Internet Cafe that is near our house. Our host mom commented the other day about my improved Spanish. I actually pronounced my first "rr"today. For those of you who know spanish, that's a big deal. Let's hope I can do it again.
The entire Tico 21 crew took a field trip to San Jose, the capital city, on Wednesday to learn our way around and visit the Peace Corps office. After living in tiny La Fila for two weeks, Megon and I both agreed it was an overstimulating experience. But it was good to get to know the city and see where our Peace Corps instructors work.
IMPORTANT: Some of you have asked about our address. The one you see on the right side of the blog is still good until we tell you otherwise. Remember that padded envelopes make it through customs much easier than boxes.
Today the family took us on another adventure. Last weekend it was the beach, this weekend it was Cerro de la Muerte, otherwise known as Death Hill. No, our host parents don't want us to die. It's the name of the area where they own a cabin. The only deathly thing we saw was on our hike around the area. Megon pointed out a bunch of turkey vultures hanging around some canyon. Once we got closer we saw bones. Soon we found out it was just a dead cow that probably plummeted off the hill's steep slope.
We, on the other hand, made it out alive. After going on a hike and kicking around the soccer ball, our family took us to a family-owned fish farm, where you are guaranteed to catch a rainbow trout. The best part was they cooked it right there. To say the least, we absolutely gorged ourselves, eating four nice sized trout in one sitting.
I'd love to write more, but it's getting dark here and we prefer to walk home in the light. It took two weeks, but Megon and I finally found an Internet Cafe that is near our house. Our host mom commented the other day about my improved Spanish. I actually pronounced my first "rr"today. For those of you who know spanish, that's a big deal. Let's hope I can do it again.
The entire Tico 21 crew took a field trip to San Jose, the capital city, on Wednesday to learn our way around and visit the Peace Corps office. After living in tiny La Fila for two weeks, Megon and I both agreed it was an overstimulating experience. But it was good to get to know the city and see where our Peace Corps instructors work.
IMPORTANT: Some of you have asked about our address. The one you see on the right side of the blog is still good until we tell you otherwise. Remember that padded envelopes make it through customs much easier than boxes.
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