Someone in Heredia Owns a Rooster...

Contrary to what you might think, I don't have the urge to wring its neck. Although, I actually laid eyes on it the other day, when I was out for a walk, and I COULD have wrung it's neck.

Actually, this bird will be one of those things I look back on fondly about my time in Costa Rica. My 5 am alarm clock... oh, and it has a snooze feature too. It sounds off every half hour for at least two hours each morning.

Now into week three of language school. I speak Spanish like Jane. Me Jane. Me hungry, Me tired. Me like. The last of which is what I say to my host when she asks me whether I like what she has cooked for dinner (which she inevitably asks me before I have taken my first bite). I haven't had to lie once. She's a good cook. I eat lots of fruit for breakfast and meat with potatoes for dinner. And of course, lots of beans and rice, althuugh not with every meal as I feared before I got here. They really do get old no matter what new vegetables and spices are mixed in. (Grandma and Aunt Wendy, I'm eating tomatoes!).

While I'm on the subject of daily routines, my host makes me breakfast and dinner, but I am on my own for lunch. Sometimes I actually do eat lunch, but most times I just give in to my new weakness, which is to stop in the panaderias (bakeries) and try a new pastry. I have to make up for all of the walking that I'm doing here... The pastries here aren'y overly sweet, but they are very bready. Good thing I'm not jogging these days or I would have to stop in the panaderia more than once each day. The attached picture is of a panaderia in Cartago.

Meals with my host have been a highlight. She has been very patient with me while I take ages to form sentences in Spanish and think of the right words, enduring many prolonged conversations about how beautiful the day is, and the colors of things (and any other subject that requires the use of vocab and adjectives that I've just learned).

Well, I'm off to grab "lunch" before my afternoon class. Chao.