June 17: After breakfast, Judy sends me to the puperia(little store) with a list...mayonesa largo, una leche, cuatro culantro & tostadas...easy enough
! I read the list to Henry(store owner & Judy's good friend) and all goes well...except for the packets of alka-seltzer he lays on the counter...at this point, I'm trying to figure out what in the hell I could've said that made him think I needed alka-seltzer, but judging from the fact that he has laid four packets out, I deduce that somehow I've screwed up the word culantro...got it all straightened out and head home. Once I tell Judy the story, she just has to know what I said to him, so she calls him up...apparently, my pronunciation led him to believe that I needed four salado(alka-seltzer)...they had a good laugh at my expense...okay, that's cool...except she sends me back over there to get more groceries later...how embarassed was I? When I walked in, he just gave me a big smile and wink as if to say, "Okay, let's try this again." Then, its time to kill chickens...an experience I'm glad I have under my belt; nonetheless, one I don't feel the need to repeat. Then, it's lunch and siesta before Saray comes...she is the lady who I'll be staying with for the next few days(incidently, she speaks no english). Then, Saray and I take off to get a little costa massage from Dahube...not bad for $10 an hour!
(Kiley) June 16 Recap: took the 4:30 bus that was allegedly "direct" and ended up in San Carlos four hours later....get off the bus expecting a plethora of cabs only to find out there are NO cabs..great! So, I'm approached by a pirate cab which, I know, is not the best alternative...but it's looking like my only alternative at this point. That's when this lady very seriously instructs me to not get in the car with this guy...we share a cab together and she tells me over and over again about how peligros(dangerous) it is to get in a cab w/out a yellow triangle(info I know, but from experience I've found you're more likely to get ripped off than raped and killed...and I was willing to get ripped off, at this point...tired/hungry/wanting to unload my pack). So, make it to Judy's where this woman feels the need to reinterate the whole speil again to Judy...at this point, I'm thinking, "Is she just the protective mother type, or does she personally know this man b/c she speaks with such passion about the situation." After some fresh mangoes out of the backyard and rice crispies(my fav) crawled in bed with one of Judy's many good books(if you need a good book to read, I recommend Ishmael by Daniel Quinn)