Music: Michael Jackson – Thriller
This morning at breakfast, Dona Melida was really excited to get me to go to an orchestra concert put on by the Liberia Youth Orchestra. She told me I had to invite everybody, ha. After breakfast was my first adventure with the Liberia city bus. Jen and I got to the bus stop and Stephanie was already there. Her host mom was busy harassing a tico boy who was also waiting for the bus; she ordered him to help us with paying the driver and telling us where to get off. We later realized that she didn't even know the kid – she was just ordering around some random dude.
We got to UCR right on time, but Teresita, Yanori, and Xiomara (the other assistant) showed up on hora tica (about fifteen minutes to a half an hour late). The actual orientation wasn't all that interesting, but getting to know people was cool. People here are pretty relaxed. Everybody's really open and chill, and Michael (the gay guy) is a riot to be around. Corin, one of the other AU girls, is really nice, too, though a little bit awkward. Ashley's fabulous, too, and such a crackup.
While we were at orientation, we decided to go to the beach tomorrow, because we have the afternoon off. Go figure I got stuck going to the bus terminal and figuring out how to get there, since I'm one of the top three speakers in the group. I wasn't sure how far my host family's house was from the terminal, so I ended up walking a half an hour to get home, but all in all, it wasn't a bad time. The lady at the terminal was very patient with me, and wasn't rude about answering all of my stupid questions (which were already answered on the time table in front of me).
I got home around 5:30 and got a quick shower, and then tossed back a quick dinner with Dona Melida and Don Carlos (Edgar and Angeles were off scuba diving somewhere). After that, I picked up Jen and Alex, and we walked to the parque central to meet up for the orchestra concert. Probably three quarters of the group came, and we all squeezed into three pews in the Iglesia de la Concepcion Inmaculada. The music was all right (no TYO, haha) – almost all well-known classical pieces. It was a little awkward, because Michael and I gossiped all the way through it, and Corin was apparently really upset that we wouldn't shut up. I think she forgave us, though, because after the concert, ten of us went out for drinks and she came along.
Nobody really knew where to go for drinks, so I suggested this cocktail bar that I saw on the avenida central, close to Alex's house. It was called Bar Palermo, and we ended up going there. I tried the Costa Rican beer Imperial, and then started throwing back liquor drinks, including the Costa Rican version of the screwdriver. Their screwdriver is made with Cacique (a guaro liquor). Our waiter was freaking hot, his name was Johan. More than one of us (cough Emily and Stephanie L. cough) would have gladly gone home with him, haha. People sort of trickled out as they needed to get home to their host families, and there were only five of us left by the end of the night. Alex and I stumbled home, and now I'm in bed, and kind of astonished that this doesn't have too many spelling and grammar errors (god bless open office).
Pura vida,
Sarah
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