It’s been over a week now since I left New England and exactly a week since I arrived at my host family’s house. I’m definitely settling in now, since classes started yesterday. So far there isn’t much to report as far as classes go because, well, I’ve only had one.
This past weekend, most of the students in my group,
including myself, went to Turrialba, a town about two hour and half hours from
where we live, to hike a volcano.
My weekend started at 5 a.m. on Saturday when I woke up and
packed for an overnight stay. Then I walked to the Institute where the group
met up. The walk to the bus station to take us from San Joaquin de Flores to
San Jose (the capital) was fairly easy. So was the bus ride. That is, until, we
got off too early and walked around for about two hours, asking bus drivers and
police officers for directions. For whatever reason, we believed the bus
station number we were calling was giving us different directions than the
people on the street. As it turned out, they weren’t. It was okay, though. We
stopped at a bakery and got some breakfast. I had some simple bread.
We did eventually find the bus that would bring us to
Turrialba. If I’m not mistaken, we each paid less than 5 dollars to get there.
Not bad. Not bad at all. The ride was pretty turbulent, or so I heard. I was asleep
during the worst of it.
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