Trip Start May 29, 2010
32Trip End Jul 01, 2010
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Aaron told us that evidently the brother I had contacted last night arranged for us to stay at a cabana on the beach in Cahuita that is owned by a sister. News to me. So we hastily packed up our stuff, left the key at the hostel and they carted us 30 minutes north to the less drug infested beach town of Cahuita
We got dropped off at this beachfront home that had housed a couple young guys from Georgia helping the English group out for the past few months. Itīs a very nice house, our only complaint is that it smells like a wet dog. The town is absolutely dead-there are a few dingy restaurants and small shops, but it is really like the Twlight Zone here. We found a decent place and joined a few locals to watch the World Cup. We felt a nap coming on and picked up a few groceries as we headed to the house. At the store, I opened a refrigerator and the door knocked a beer bottle out of my hand and it smashed on the floor. I kept saying Ļlo sientoĻ and felt pretty embarrassed.
We returned to the house and Joel slept, which is what he spends the majority of his down time doing. Life seems to exhaust him, and he sleeps frequently. Well I guess thatīs what happens when youīre…23…
We went to the Spanish meeting and the congregation in no way reflects the town. They are really nice and a pretty modern and down to earth crowd. I commented during the book study-not sure if it was understandable, but everyone was super nice and though there were only about 5 other Americans-Canadians, many of the friends had lived in the States and spoke English.
We met some cool people and went to Aaron and Lauraīs for dinner
He and Carolina moved to Toronto and they lived there until about a year ago, when they returned to Central America to live here in Cahuita. They live across the street from Aaron and Laura, a street which houses about 14 witness families. Costa Rica has one of the lowest witness-to-population ratios in the world, and it is evident
At one point, the conversation turned to food and I asked everyone about the most exotic foods they had eaten. Francisco initially said it was snake, and then casually added that he had also eaten turtle, monkey, shark, and enjoyed the occasional bull testicle.
He has a great sense of humor but was not joking about eating bull testicles. He told us how he prepared it and how men in his village would eat them raw, fresh off the bull. As a boy he was given the job of castrating the bulls which he told us about in great detail. It was fantastic dinner conversation and I was amazed that out of all these foods, he didnīt seem to think any of them were that unusual. He regularly goes shrimping around here, and I guess the local shrimp are like 10 inches long and he implored us to come back so he could take us. Heīs one of the most friendly and genuine people Iīve ever met, and he promised to grill me a testicle thee next time I come back. When I refused, he said that I just shouldnīt return unless Iīm willing to have an open mind. Like I said, hilarious guy.
The friends in this area definitely changed my initial viewpoint of Cahuita and I fully intend on coming back. I just may be a little cautious when I dine with Francisco.