Back home again, in Costa Rica...

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Tying the knot!
Talk about a whirlwind weekend.

I arrived home at about 1:30 this afternoon, after quite the fiasco of the last few days, mostly good, but some trying as well. On Thursday, as I was teaching my last class before heading off to Alajuela and then to Atlanta for my friend Elizabeth's wedding, I received a knock on the classroom door. Normally someone from the governmental institute that runs my classes comes to make sure things are going to plan every once in a while, so I figured it was one of them. When I went to the door and saw an unfamiliar face, I opened the door, concerned. A woman stood there, holding a large, beautiful bouquet of flowers.

"Disculpe, usted es Lindsay?" she asked.
The whole IU group (minus the bride, groom and one bridesmaid...)


"Uhhh... sí?" I answered, rather uncertainly. She smiled at my confusion, handed me the bouquet and told me to read the card inside. Left a little bewildered, but a little bit unfazed as well (I mean, this kind of thing just happens to me), I turned around to face my rambunctious class, hooting and hollering that "Teacher got flowers!!! Who's the lucky tico??? Teacher, I didn't know you had a boyfriend!!!" I will never be taken seriously by those students again...

I do not, to be clear, have a boyfriend. The flowers, as I found after reading the sweet, but overly dramatic "I'll miss you" (for four days) card, were sent by a male suitor/friend who has made it crystal clear that I am the gringa of his eye. It was extremely sweet, but also unnecessary that he had them sent during my class.
Me, Steph and Kristen
Ohhh, ticos/latinos/men...

So after pawning the flowers off on my coworker to take care of them for the weekend, I hurried to the bus station to take me to Alajuela, where I would spend the night at a friend's house (the guitarrist from the band I sing with) before heading off to Atlanta the next morning. Traveling is always somewhat of a hassle, but I've become comfortable now, as long as I'm in a country that speaks either Spanish or English or preferably both. I arrived in Atlanta with only a few minor setbacks due to winter weather (damn, that country is cold!) and got to see some of my best friends from college whom I hadn't seen since last May. Needless to say, it was an amazing weekend.

Exhausted by happy, I flew back to the tropics on Monday and stayed at my friend's house again that night, before leaving early Tuesday morning to catch a bus back to Liberia to teach a class at noon.
My baby loves!
Just to be safe, I tried to catch the 5:30 bus which, under normal circumstances, would have gotten me to Liberia by 9:30 am, with plenty of time to shower and get my brain together before teaching. When the bus didn't arrive until 6:40, however, I was a little nervous, but still would have made it to class on time. The downfall was that there was standing room only by the time I got on the bus, but again, I didn't worry because I'm a gringa and men are always offering their seats to me, especially if I act helpless. No, damas y caballeros, chivalry is not dead. I had a rather rude awakening, however, when I found that my damsel-in-distress-gringa-act doesn't work so well before 7 am with a bunch of crabby, sleepy old ticos. By 10 am when the bus wasn't even halfway to Liberia and completely stopped in traffic (and I was still standing in the aisle), I began to panic.
The lovely bride!
Well, I began to "Costa Rican panic," which is extremely different from my "United Statesian panic," since the word panic in this country doesn't really have a meaning. Yeah, it's very "pura vida" here... Anyway, after dozing off standing up for almost four hours, a gentlemen offered me his seat, once I had resigned to not being able to make it on time to my first class, even though I had gotten up at 4:30 just so this type of thing would not happen. Apparently, there was a huge explosion from a truck on a tiny bridge on Monday on one of the country's main highways heading north, and there was only one functioning one-lane passageway connecting San Jose and the nothern part of the country. That's why the normally 3.5 hour bus ride took 6.5 yesterday. Así es Costa Rica...

Clearly, it was a typical "welcome back to Costa Rica" kind of day, but it really did make me feel oddly at home.
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Tying the knot!
Tying the knot!
The whole IU group (minus the brid…
The whole IU group (minus the bri…
Me, Steph and Kristen
Me, Steph and Kristen
My baby loves!
My baby loves!
The lovely bride!
The lovely bride!
Me and the bride
Me and the bride
The girls/divas
The girls/divas
Me and my love, Lucas
Me and my love, Lucas
The bunch at brunch
The bunch at brunch
Liberia
photo by: travelfan1963