You can only imagine how heartbroken I felt when I walked into the school this morning and there was a completely different group of kids sitting in the classrom. Where was Keylor? What about Sara? And Esteban? All the new friends that I had made, all of the kids that I had so thoroughly enjoyed spending time with yesterday had been replaced with a new set of kids. I felt like a little girl at a brand new school going, “No, I don’t want to make new friends! I want my old friends back!” But we carried on, coloring and making pirate figurines (I guess pirate day has been turned into pirate week).
We started talking…well, they talked. I simply nodded with a spanish accent. But the kids were extremely forgiving of our *ahem* questionable grammer and *ahem ahem* limited vocabulary and were very patient, never lost their temper and simply replaced difficult words with simpler ones. They were the ones teaching us, not the other way around.
Then, somebody turned on the music… All of the kids jumped up and began dancing. It was probably one of the coolest and funniest things I had ever seen. I was sitting in a jungle in Costa Rica with about 10 little kids as they danced like there was no tomorrow. Yeah, this happens everyday.
I had a cooking class in the afternoon but I almost missed it because I had gotten wrapped up in a Spanish soap opera on TV. I don’t know how it happened or when but I walk in and the TV is quietly playing in the background and the next thing I know, I’m obsessing over whether Lolita will ever find out that Ricardo is cheating on her with her long lost sister, Mariana. I feel like my grandma.
In my cooking class, we made Tortas de Platano. Actually, we watched the teacher make them for about 20 minutes and then devoured them whole, completely guilt-free. And that was the end of my Latin cooking career. I also met a girl from Estonia at the cooking class. Her name is Teisi (pronounced like Daisy but with a T) and she walked up to me and asked if I wanted to go to Monteverde with her this weekend. She just walked up to me, no introduction whatsoever, and this was the very first thing that she had ever said to me. But that’s what all of the volunteers had been doing this week because we all want to go somewhere but none of us want to go alone so we just started pairing off and making plans.
Well, now that my weekend plans are settled, it’s time to go back home, settle down in front of the TV and see if Ricardo will discover Carlito’s devious plan to rat him out to Lolita.