It’s been oddly cold here. Super windy. Obviously nowhere near as cold as in the States but when you move to Central America you don’t plan on wearing layers. Granted I do live pretty high on a mountain but usually this time of year it’s a lot warmer and sunnier. Some people are saying it’s a result of the tsunami in Japan. Who knows? All I know is that I talk about the weather WAY TOO MUCH. I am becoming a Tica.
Last weekend was another busy one spent in and around town. Saturday morning some of the jovenes got together to pick up trash. Unfortunately only 5 people showed up but we still picked up 4 sacks packed with trash so it was a success. Then later in the day I went to Zapote (in San Jose) to the Correo de Torros. I went last year and it was a lot of fun. Technically it’s “running with the bulls” but there’s also some bull riding and other “antics” involved. For example, cross dressing bull runners who dance cumbia (a type of latin American swing dancing). Needless to say the whole thing is much more interesting in person than watching on TV and it was fun to spend time with my host mom and sister from last year as well as one of my students and his mom.
On Sunday I visited my host grandmother’s house where they were having a rosary to honor her mother’s death 6 months ago. This of course involved cooking massive amounts of food (i.e. at least 5 gallons of soup) to feed all the people who came. I went to eat and ended up helping out and serving people. A few people asked Seidy (my host mom) who I was (obviously people who do not living in La Violeta because everyone who know’s anything calls me Teacher even if we’ve never actually met). She introduced me as her “hija” or her “daughter” which was just about the sweetest thing. Makes all the home sickness I talked about last time I post pretty much disappear. Like I said, things here are a roller coaster ride. But then again, isn't that sort of just how life is?
Meanwhile time is flying by. I know I try to be all about the present moment but the truth is the future and all the inevitable change that’s coming (that’s always happening really) lurks anxiously in my present. It kills me that I won’t always live here, waking up to roosters and motorcycles and children shouting. I won’t always teach these children that I love more everyday. And while December feels light years away, it’s coming and I don’t know how I’m going to leave. But I guess I don’t really need to know that right now. All I need to know right now is that there are tortillas for breakfast, lessons to plan and a 24 hour a day supply of coffee.
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