You should be impressed. I think I’m the only person in the world who can turn a 10 minute walk into a 45 minute walk. The school is not too far away but there are many turns and twists involved and I walked through the entire city of Heredia before I managed to find it. Not a good day to wear high shoes. That can be lesson number ….what number are we at? Let’s ballpark it and say lesson 56.
At eight in the morning, a bus dropped off about 40 kids, anywhere between the ages of 6 and 11 at the school. And so it began. The first thing I noticed was the clothes. I was impressed with the fact that there were no light up sneakers or pokemon t-shirts in sight. Everyone walked in wearing jeans, neon sneakers and soccer jerseys.
Today was pirate day (whatever that means) and we went on a scavenger hunt through the jungle. Well, I’m not sure if it was actually the jungle, but there were trees and birds so close enough. So, we’re treking through the jungle/woods/forest/place with trees and birds in search of frutas, piedras y bichos (I’ll let you google those yourself; if I had to find these things, you at least have to search up what they mean…it’s only fair).
The kids began climbing up into the trees, grabbing the mangos, lemons and oranges (the oranges were yellow…try wrapping your head around that one) and we all sat in a circle on the ground and ate our “feast”. A girl from Germany named Hanna and I were in charge of a group of about 8 kids and after we had found all of our items, we started to play tag. I hadn’t played tag in so many years that I had forgotten all the rules (P.S. there are no rules in tag). But I was once again reminded of how much I regret wearing my high shoes when I was chasing 7 year old Carlos Daniel up a hill. After that got tiring, we played hot potato… with an apple…
We served burritos at noon. We were set up assembly line style and I was in charge of the beef. If this had been a movie, my one liner would be, “¿Quieres carne?”. I went home for lunch and to rest (walking home only took me 40 minutes…noteworthy progress has been made).
I returned to the school a couple hours later for mi clase de las frutas tropicales (please don’t tell me that you need me to translate that). There was an entire table full of fruits in front of us and I didn’t recognize anything. Our teacher gave us samples of la papaya, el cas, guyabano and told us how each of them are grown, eaten and used. Wait…was I not supposed to eat the seeds…?