A Post-Birthday Ramble (and Photos!)

Hola a todos! (Hi, everyone!)

This is my first blog entry as a newly-minted 25-year-old.  I spent my birthday on busses, travelling 7 hours to return from San Jose to Boruca. ...not ideal, I admit, but the awesome part was stepping off the bus in Boruca and into the arms of Kelly, with my second family all waiting for me on their porch with cheers and hugs and ice-cream and a surprise birthday dinner planned for me.  They called into the local radio station to do a shout-out to me and we all danced around the kitchen together, and I was truly, exhaustedly happy.  Here's me, about to blow out my birthday candle, surrounded by those I love here in Boruca:

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..so, yeah, that was pretty awesome. 

Emotionally, I feel like my time in Costa Rica can be seen as an inverted bell curve.  I felt pretty good for the first few months, had a low mid-year (around July) where I was pretty depressed and since then my mood has steadily been improving.  I'm trying not to kick myself for the times I've spent not able to appreciate this gorgeous country, and instead focus on soaking up as much of the experience as I can before I leave in January. ...it's hard sometimes, though, even though I'd prefer to leave on a high note instead of a low note.  Sometimes the little voice in my head keeps whispering 'but look at all the things you COULD HAVE done! look at all the things you could accomplish if you stayed longer! look look look....'

...so, I'm trying to LIVE as much as I can for these last 3.5 months.  To that end, I've started an after-school girls group for the 4th, 5th, and 6th grade ladies, I now make it a point to go out every single day and visit with Ticos (be it my 'second family' or someone else), I'm playing guitar more again, I'm reading more and more, and I'm actively trying to use the more complex Spanish grammatical structures that I still struggle with.

I love it when a parent pulls me aside and says that she's astounded at how much her daughter has learned this year.  I love it when kids hang back after lessons just to spend time in my classroom.  I love when students want to borrow books, want to translate songs, just want to run up and hug me.  I love it when they invite me to their homes and bring me fruit and flowers and decorated cards with I LOVE YOU TEACHER written in their beautiful, scrawly handwriting.  I love it, I love it, I love it, and I am so filled with love that I feel like I will burst:

(those are Ariel, Kianny, and Alina, three of my adorable students.)

... in other news, Costa Rican Independence Day was the 15th of September, and wow, Ticos really know how to be patriotic.  We spent all week in school having assemblies where we learned about the country, sang patriotic songs, and hung up red, white, and blue decorations.  Then, on the 14th (independence eve!), there were country-wide torch runs (carrying the 'light of freedom') and we also held one from Bella Vista (where my friend Drew works) down the mountain to Boruca (it's about a half-hour walk, or a 10 or 15-minute run.)  That was followed by yet another assembly and various dancing presentations for the entire pueblo which lasted almost all afternoon.  Then, at sundown, everyone gathered together in the center of town with faroles (decorated lanterns) for a nighttime parade.  It was awesome! I unfortunately came down with a patriotic cold and missed out on the daytime parade on the 15th, but I still had a great time in the days leading up to it.  If you want to see all of my photos from the Independence celebrations, here's a link to the album ... and here are a few highlights:

a group of my students, carrying the 'torch of freedom' down the mountain:

 ...the torch arriving at the center of town:

 ... some of my 6th graders perform a traditional dance:

 ... two of my 2nd graders pull me in for a picture:

...aaand last but not least, some of the lanterns before the nighttime parade:

ANYway, I've probably blabbed your ears off enough for one evening.  I hope that you've all enjoyed the photos and my update... I very much appreciate any and all comments, emails, and positive vibes you can send towards Costa Rica, as always.  We all benefit from them, down here :)

Besitos!
Raquelita

Seasonal Musings

Dearest blog of mine,

Thus August, my 7th Central American month, draws to an end .

August  (and most of my life down here) can well be summed up in this picture:

(...that's me, 'working' between classes as some of my first graders keep me company.)

August,  which has not traditionally been one of my best months in the Northern Hemisphere, blossomed its way into being one of my absolute favorite months in Costa Rica so far.  This August has been, for me, a month of reading novels, writing lyrics, diving into teaching the past tense to eager students at school, and spending time with my favorite family in Boruca:

(that's Glen, one of my 4th graders, Sira, the school's cook, and Aris, her baby daughter.  I love them dearly.)

...and now this August, one of the best I can ever remember from  my 25 years on this planet, is ending and it is time to face a September that promises  to be far different from any  I have ever known.  

 For there will be no fall to be had for me this year, a fact which has been one of the harder things for me to accept about my decision to come volunteer in Boruca  for such a significant chunk of time.  Autumn has always been my time, when I feel most creative,  most connected to  nature, most cozy, most content, and it has been a challenge for me for the past 7 months--my single biggest challenge-- to essentially live in permanent summer, which had generally been my least favorite season.  Costa Rica is a land without a clear changing of seasons, a country of perpetual greenery, of an endless stream of flowering, growing, sprouting stuff,  a place of dry heat, and wet heat, and sunny heat,  and muddy heat. 
 
 I'll admit, though, my feelings towards the seasons have shifted somewhat thanks to being immersed into a life that revolves so intimately around the sun.  In fact, I am truly proud of the ability I've found in myself not only to adapt to the constant companionship of the sun but also to learn to enjoy it.  One of the things I am most thankful about from this year is my newly-learned love of solar heat and energy, not just for its comfort but also for its skill at drying things, helping clean things, and its calming effect on children,  animals, and my own occasionally chaotic mind.

.... that being said, as I'll be away from my favorite time of the year this fall, I ask a favor of all of you: once autumn does indeed settle into the North American continent, please put on your favorite sweater, curl up in a blanket with a cup of hot tea or chocolate,  and read a book for me while it's chilly outside.  Take a few extra seconds to revel in  the beautiful gray melancholy because I will not be around to love it with you,  and know that I'll be doing the same,  in exchange, by trying extra to enjoy the unrelenting heat down here in Costa Rica.

Gracias, mis amigos.   
Raquelita

 

Water, Water Everywhere... Except Where It's Supposed To Be

Dearest faithful readers of mine!

This entry will address one of the most important things in everyone's lives: WATER.  Ohhh, water, you sweet, wonderful, wet, life-giving thing... I have never known to appreciate you as I have this year!

Let's break down the discussion into three sections, discussing, in rising importance, the existence of and access to:
1) Warm Water,
2) Clean Water,
and
3) ANY Water.

Here goes.

1) We'll start with the least crucial of the three, Warm Water. 

For me and probably all of you reading this, access to heated water is such an accepted part of life that you may have never had to take a cold shower except at, say, church camp.  Or hosing off at the pool, or something like that.  In the United States and most of Europe, most houses simply come with a mechanism for heating water, and that's that.  Whether you live in a balmy climate or a freezing one, you've got acces. 

Here, in rural Costa Rica, the situation is different.  Here, warm water is a luxury.  Warm water is like dessert. Warm water is one of the best things about traveling the 6plus hours to San Jose.  Warm water is most definitely not to be taken for granted, and I'm first to admit that I'd never known how much I would miss it when I got here.

In Boruca, there is no warm water from the taps.  There is no water cooker, mixrowave, or functional stove in the house. 

As there is no warm water, my showers here in Boruca usually last 5 minutes or less.  The water is cold and comes from a tube that opens over your head-- that's it.  I'm lucky because there's high water pressure, which a lot of people don't have. 

But there's lots of good to be had from cold showering:
-Cold showering is good for circulation and your pores. 
-Cold showering conserves energy and water, which is excellent for the environment.
-Cold showering always gives me a sense of accomplishment, especially if it's cold and rainy outside and I have to choose between stepping under that chilly stream or going to bed dirty.

So it's not like I'm suffering, truly, for lack of warm water.  It's just that I have a newfound appreciation for it that I didn't have before, and one that I don't think I'm likely to lose. 

(Note: if you've never tried takinga  cold shower and want to understand, here's what you do: next time you want to shower, turn the water all the way to cold.  Wait a few seconds, then try to force yourself to step under it.  Try it! It's fun, I promise. ;D)

Moving on...

2) Clean water. 

When we arrived in Costa Rica, we were told to check out the water situation at our sites when we moved in to make sure it was safe.  Boruca, being a relatively large indigenous territory (the entire territory has 2,000 people and central Boruca, where I live, has about 700), has safe water.  Or so I thought!

The reality of it is that after a big rainstorm (which is a more and more frequent occurrence as the rainy season bears down upon us), some of the water isn't safe.  Sometiems there are backups in the pipes, or silt that gets in.  Sometimes a tap that was offering potable water one day offers water the next day that will make you sick.

And how do I know this? Becuase I've been there, done that.  I've drunk water of weird colors, water with stuff floating in it, water with dead bugs fished out of it.  I've been so sick at 3am that I wondered if cholera had made a return to Costa Rica (luckily, it hadn't.) Of course, this kind of thing is a rare, rare thing... but now that I've experienced what it's like to drink dirty water, it's made me all the more thankful for the clean stuff. 

So, yeah, count your blessings... and make sure one of them is clean water!

On to the last point...

3) ANY water at all. 

One of the great paradoxes about life here in Boruca has been that sometimes, for hours on end, the water gets turned off.... often while rain is pouring down outside (thus the title of this entry: 'Water, Water Everywhere... Except Where It's Supposed To Be'.)

And when I say 'sometimes', I mean 'every day, for months on end.'  For weeks, we woke up without water, lunched without water, and spent the afternoon wondering when we'd have water.  Each day when I went for a jog I had to wonder if I'd be able to shower when I got back home (and if you don't have water, chances are that NONE of the neighbors have it either, so that's not an option.)  More than once I hiked up the mountain to the home of the only family that had a direct pipe from a water source just to be able to dump a few buckets over my head.

When you're living like that, it changes you.  You horde water.  You fill up bottles and bottles and cups at night so that you can brush your teeth in the morning.  You wash your clothes in a flurry of activity whenever the water comes back on, even if only for a few minutes.  You fill up buckets so that you can fake a shower even if a real one isn't available.  You learn to ignore the dead fruit flies and drink the water anyway because there is no other viable option.  You bond with your family and your neighbors and your kids at school over who has water and who doesn't.  You carry water across the street, you rejoice when you can cook, you watch the hours and wait and wait for that telltale liquid rush in the background of all the sounds of the world that means one thing: life can go on. 

Because that's what it comes down to: Water is life.  El agua es vida.  As long as there is water, even only half of the time, this community can continue to flourish here in the middle of the mountains so far from the rest of the world.     

... this year has changed me in many ways, big and small.  I've eaten rambutans and pejibayes, somehow become a dog person, and learned Costa Rican slang.  But one of the biggest changes of all has been the development of a true, deep thankfulness for the wonder and power that is Water. 

That's all for tonight, folks. 
Abrazos desde Boruca!
Raquelita

The Concept of Home

I'm officially more than halfway through my year with Worldteach in Costa Rica.  As of right now, I have a plane ticket back to the States at the beginning of January (I say 'as of right now' because, as should surprise no one, I'm not certain what I'm up to next in my life-- where I'll be, what I'll be doing, what language I'll be speaking, any of that.)  I know that I will not be doing Worldteach again next year (for those of you who have asked), but other than that, I am not sure of much. 

So. Let's see.  What has been going on in my Costa Rican life?
Finally, slowly but surely, my relationship with my host family has warmed up a bit.  I have no expectations of love or friendship, but there's a comfortable camaraderie between us now.  I talk to my host mother Yaneth about my life and friendships and relationship, chat in Spanish, English, and Brunka with my host father Oscar (who I also sing with sometimes), banter with my little sister Nashaly in English (which she's learning rapidly) and Spanish, and have become pals with Carlos, the other boarder in the house. 

Though there's no deep connection with those I live with, I've developed a true friendship with another family here in town, who as I mentioned in an earlier entry I now call 'mi segunda familia' (my second family.)  I go over there pretty much every day-- sometimes several times a day-- and talk to them, play with the baby, snack with them, or just hang out together in the hammocks under their rancho.  These are the people I feel closest to in Boruca-- Marisol, Juan, Damaris, Margarita, Sira, and the children. They know more of me and my heart than anyone else here in the indigenous territory (with the exception of Kelly, the awesome Peace Corps volunteer.)  I am blessed to have them and know them. 

I was sick a few weeks ago and had to stay in San Jose going to appointments (don't worry, I feel better now-- the sickness itself was a sidenote and isn't the point of this story.)  The cool part of all of that medical adventure was that I got to explore the city by myself for a few days and discover corners of it to love.  Of course, we're not supposed to do that... wandering about San Jose by ourselves.  There's a high level of crime, and a lone gringa is a pretty typical target.  Maybe I was lucky, maybe I was smart about it, who knows-- but I didn't get mugged, and I loved getting to know the city some more.  I found a beautiful hole-in-the-wall used book store where I've now gone to trade books, and some thrift stores I've since revisited, and a park full of young people and musicians and greenery where I feel at peace.  I finally have a(n albeit imperfect) map of the city in my brain and can use the bus system without getting completely lost.  When I think about how scared I was to take a train from Germany to Austria a few years ago, and compare it to the independence I feel now, it makes me laugh.  I have grown and learned so much-- and I have so much farther to go! 
          
I wonder sometimes about how the people from my village will remember me... what they will say about me when I'm gone, what they will have learned from me, what the kids will think when they have fleeting memories of me as adults.  I'm not the first gringa they've seen, the first tall gringa, the first tattoo'd gringa.  I'm not their first Teacher.  So what impression am I leaving? I hope that they remember my love of music, my laughter, my alternativeness, my interest in their language.  I hope that they remember how to sign 'I love you'. 

...on a slightly random note: here's one of my favorite pictures I've taken here this year.  This wonderful elderly woman's name is Nicha and she lives on the side of a mountain here in Boruca in a hut on a farm.  Her family is also one of the ones I've bonded with most.  She's a natural model:

....so why is this entry titled 'The Concept of Home'? I'm not entirely sure, to be honest.  So let's see where this thought process leads me...! 

Boruca is, in a way, my home.  DC is, in a way, my home.  Germany and Austria are two of my heart-homes. 

But I have moved too much to have one place that is mine.  The one true home I feel in my brain is love, the love that I feel for those most important to me, and that home is strewn across miles and miles and continents and oceans, sent out by internet and phone and letter across the distance.

These past seven months have shown me that travel and saying goodbye doesn't get easier.  They've shown me that I will not be able to continue like this much longer.  They've shown me that I need to have a place, some kind of center, some kind of focus. The more I move, the more I will love, the more I will learn, the more I will ache for tranquility.  I have conflicting needs within my soul-- the need to keep in motion and the need to stay, the need to be free and the need to belong, the need to love and the need to leave. 

It's been a good seven months, an important seven months, and a very difficult seven months.  It's been seven months of sun, rain, rice and beans, bugs, lesson plans, cold showers, chickens, dogs, loneliness, love, and friendship.  I am older, tanner, multilingualer, and more patient.  I have written poetry in Spanish, longed for German, revelled in English relief and connected through music.    

I've lived.  You've lived.  Life has gone on. 

... I think that I will only truly be able to comprehend this year and its significance in retrospect--if ever-- this is one of those times in my life where I'm feeling myself growing and changing so intensely that it's hard to stop and try to capture it into words. 

But I guess that's the point of a blog, right?

So here I am, writing.  And here you are, reading.

And thank you for that.

Besos!
Raquel

PS apparently when I speak in Spanish, I have a German accent.  My brain likes this.

Of Parents and Primates

Dearest readers!

This entry marks the beginning of the second week of Quincedias (fifteen days), a two-week break from school here in Costa Rica.  The break has been a much-needed one for me so far...I mean, I love my job and students and all, but I was definitely feeling a bit burned out in the days leading up to this vacation.  Not only that, I was also counting down the days until I got to see my parents again... and time does  NOT fly when you are anxiously anticipating something! :)

My parents arrived on the first of July and stayed  for the past week.  We got to travel together and catch up, and it was absolutely  wonderful to see them.

The Sunday that they arrived, we spent most of the afternoon driving from the airport to their hotel, eating dinner, and stuff like that.  Nothing exotic to report for those first few hours together, but here's a picture of me and Mom shortly after seeing each other again for the first time in 6 months:

On Monday, Alex joined us for a trip to the volcano Poas, which is located an hour or two outside of San  Jose. It was a rainy and cloudy day, but the weather gods decided to calm  down for a bit and let us see the awesome crater up close:

aaaaaaaaaand here's a picture of me, Dad,  Mom, and  Alex at Poas (you'll have to take my word for it...the cloud cover  was pretty dense):

Monday night, the  three of us left the capitol and drove through the mountains to Buenos Aires, the closest 'big town' to Boruca,where I live. We stopped along the way to take pictures of the gorgeous sunset:

Tuesday Morning, we  wandered around Buenos Aires and then drove into Boruca (a feat only made possible by  the 4WD SUV my parents had  rented!)... in Boruca we visited the waterfalls and my  classroom  and had  lunch with my favorite family:

(we're eating rice, beans, heart  of palm, smoked meat, plantains, and a salad of green bananas and tomato--  delicious!)

Wednesday, we drove first to one of my  favorite beaches, Uvita:

...and then to Manuel Antonio, where we would stay for the next two nights. 

Thursday morning we took a tour of the national park at Manuel Antonio,which is home to a vast  array of plants, animals, and insects.  If you want to see all the photos, click on this link and scroll to the bottom.  But here are some highlights...


1) tree crab!

2) monkey!

3) giant zebra grasshopper!

4) wild iguana!

aaand we found these three strange animals on the beach:

After a relaxing afternoon Thursday, we drove back up to San Jose on Friday and said our goodbyes.

...It was a whirlwind week, and it was fantastic to get to see them  and hug them and talk to them face to face. I really lucked out in the parent department, and I miss my mom and dad tons when I can't see them.

When I asked  them what they thought  of Costa Rica, they kept commenting on how GREEN it is here... plants and plants and plants everywhere!   They also loved the food and enjoyed listening to me babble in Spanish with the various people we met along the way.  In short, they had a great time. 

ANYway... that's all for now; I'm relaxing and trying to force myself to plan lessons for when school gears up again next week.   Life goes on...!

Love,
Raquelita

Time for some smiles!

Here are some stories and tidbits I've posted to Facebook recently that the rest of you haven't had access to.  Enjoy!

on what it means to me to be successful:

'i walked in on some of my third graders 'playing Teacher' the other day. this consisted of one of them standing in the front of the room and tossing my red and blue bouncy ball to the others, who were seated, asking them loudly WHAT IS YOUR NAME, HOW ARE YOU, HOW OLD ARE YOU, and DO YOU LIKE CHOCOLATE and waiting for their answers. when they responded, she then enthused GOOD JOB! EXCELLENT! VERY GOOD! and gave them a big thumbs-up and grin. ... and it was all done very mockingly, you know? but it made me feel awesome. because honestly, if THAT is their impression of me, i think that i've done my job pretty darn well.'


and

'i can't find the words to describe how awesome it makes me feel when i'm in my classroom cleaning up or grading and i hear students pass by outside singing quietly to themselves the songs i've taught them in English class... such a simple thing, but it makes me feel like i've changed the world'

from an oral exam with one of my 5th graders:

'me: what is your name?
her: rosa.
me: hi rosa! how are you?
her: FICK AND FABULOUS.
:D'


on the importance of ambition:

'this week's goal: teach every single one of my students how to say 'i love you'.'

a mural some of my students made for me:

on the joys of living in an indigenous territory:

'iiiii just walked out of my room here in Costa Rica and the first words I spoke of the day were the following conversation with my host father in Brunka, the local indigenous language: }

me: 'kak ba ka moren!' (good morning!)
him: 'kak ba ka moren. i shoj cre ra ban? (good morning. how are you?)
me: 'moren moren. i ni ba qui? (good, good. and you?)
him: 'atqui i dosh moren.' (i'm good too.)
me: 'que bueno.... i ni ya tegra 'que bueno'?' 'how nice... how do you say 'how nice'?
him: 'moren gra'.(good.)
me: 'moren gra!' (good!)

ok, i know that this is a tiny thing, but i LOVE learning tiny bits of Brunka and this was an awesome way to start my day. :) little things'



a video of one of my 3rd graders, Wesley, dancing like Michael Jackson:



on living in a tropical country:

'ok, iiiiiiiiiiiiii just spent a half hour running around with my host family in a torrential downpour attempting to sweep out the water which was pooling in rapidly under the walls and doors of our house and putting out buckets under the holes in the tin roof. then we ran barefoot through the rain to their grandmother's house and moved all of her furniture so that we could sweep away the muddy water flowing in from all corners. and then we came back to our house and swept some more. and when I innocently asked 'so, is this what the next five months are going to be like?' my question was met not with words of comfort but with maniacal laughter. Ohhhhhhhhhh Costa Rica............'


conversation with a student:

''Teacher, como se dice 'bonita' en English?'
'pretty'
'Teacher pretty!'
'thank you!'
'Teacher, que significa 'i love you'?'
'te quiero.'
'I LOVE YOU TEACHER!'

♥♥♥ this just never ever gets old.'

aaaaaaand last but not least, here's a picture of me with some of my friends here.  The two gringos to my right are Drew and Graciela, who are fellow volunteers with Worldteach.  The gringa to my left is Kelly, the Peace Corps volunteer who also lives in Boruca and one of my best friends.  We're at her birthday party in this picture... the others in the picture are a band made up of locals who came to serenade Kelly and wish her feliz cumpleaños :)

Aaaaaaaaaaaanyway, that's enough for today.

Besos!
Raquel

After the long silence

I've thought and thought and rethought how to start writing another entry.  So much has happened, so I think I'm just going to start with the thing that keeps on crowding into the forefront of my mind and overshadowing everything else:

My stepcousin Eric, a National Guardsman from Michigan, was critically injured in an IED blast in Afghanistan a few weeks ago.  He lost both arms and has many, many other injuries.  He's now back stateside and beginning what is going to be an incredibly long recovery process.  ... any and all thoughts and prayers and any amount of positive energy in his direction is appreciated.  Here's a picture of Eric taken before the attack: 

...I found out about what had happened day afterwards and it plummetted me into a very difficult spiral.  More than anything, I felt a deep sadness.  I spent a week crying into my rice and beans, with my host family not knowing what to say.  I tried to make it through all of my classes (and my boss was incredibly supportive), but I ended up taking some time off work just to rest because late at night when I shut my eyes I found myself unable to sleep, thinking of Eric and wanting to check my email but being scared to. 

As some of you know, I was in Austria 2.5 years ago when my dear Aunt Carolyn died rather abruptly.  No one expected her to go that quickly, and her death hit me unbelievably hard.  I flew back to the States for her funeral, but it haunts me still, sometimes, that I was not there to spend more time with her in her last days alive.  That I hadn't sent more photos like she'd asked me to.  That I hadn't written more like I should have.  That I hadn't included her as much as I had promised to.

... and now here I am, again, doing the same thing, finding myself so caught up in life here in Costa Rica that I'm not as close to what I love in the rest of the world as I would like to be.  And then, when Eric got injured, it just hit me again... how difficult it is to be away from my family, from my dearest friends, from those I love.  When I know that my nieces are having a hard day and I can't hug them; when I miss my parents and my sisters and so many other people. 

So.  Please, forgive me for not being as in touch as I have wanted to be.   I'm hoping that this entry can be a new start of being more communicative-- I absolutely love to hear from any and all of you, to read your emails and comments and messages, to get your letters and boxes in the mail.

Six weeks have passed since my last entry, though it seems way longer than that in my mind. I feel guilty for not writing and keeping up to date with all of you, and I hope that you know that even though I haven't been as communicative, I think of you often and am thankful-- especially right now-- for your continued support.

This is all worth it.  This is who I am, this is me, and being in Costa Rica is what I want to be doing right now.  It's just really, really hard sometimes. And I guess that what I remind myself in those difficult moments is that the reason I hurt is because of a good thing: it's because of love.  Because I love my family, I love my friends, I love other countries, I love languages, I love travel, I love to teach.  And I would not trade those loves for anything, even when they pull me away from the people nearest and dearest to me. 


Anyway.  That's enough seriousness for one entry, isn't it? Time to move on to a few positives:


1) I now speak Spanish!  Like, really.  Like, I just finished a 797-page novel in Spanish.  Like, when I remember conversations from the past that I had in English or German, they're now in Spanish.  My dreams are in Spanish, my life is in Spanish, and I love it, love it, love it!



2) My job at the school is a great source of happiness for me.  The second trimestre is well underway and I have a comfortable routine with my students and lessons.  Planning has gotten exponentially easier, and I feel at home in my classroom.  Here's a video of me and some of my students 'cleaning my classroom' after school (by which I mean, dancing around like the silly people we are):




3) My parents will be coming to visit me for the first week of July, and I am super excited. 


4) I spend lots of time at the house of the family across the street... I call them my 'second family' here in Boruca and they're incredibly warm and welcoming.  In fact, after writing this entry I'm going to go over there for a birthday celebration (the second one they've invited me to in a month.)  After school I stop by before going home to just sit under their wood-and-leaf Rancho (outside wallless structure very common around here) in a hammock and catch up.  Here's a picture of two of them, Damaris and Margarita:

 

Alright, enough bullets.  The last news of this entry is that I am loving it so much here in Costa Rica that I am giving serious thought to staying here for a while after the end of this school year in December.  To be honest, I want to stay with Worldteach (the volunteer program that I came with), but it is looking like it would be unfeasible to try to raise another $4,500 by December.  (THANK you to all of you who have asked about this and have told me you would contribute again if need be-- it measnt he world.)  Therefore, I might very well end up looking to see if I can find a job here at a different school... with the TEFL certificate that I will have completed at the end of my service, I should be able to work at a private school.

Either way, before a second school year started, I would be able to come back to the States for a while and visit :)

I will keep you all posted.    
Much love and again... thank you.
Raquel