I still don't have the time to describe and communicate my six days in El Caribe but I promise it will be worth it.
We rushed to get to the bus station yesterday to make the 1:45 bus to Tilaran. Turns out it didn't leave until 3:45. In the Coca Cola neighborhood of San Jose (which we had been "warned" of). I meandered around on my own for a bit. Don't believe the hype. Be aware, as I always say, but if there's one thing I've learned on this trip. Don't listen to what other people have to say about a place. Take it into consideration but make your own judgments. I did see a lady having a rather rough day though. Face down on the sidewalk in the middle of the sidewalk wailing at the top of her lungs for a good hour and a half. People just stepped over her or walked around her. Not sure there was much anyone could do. Or if it was even real or a scam. But that's not something that weirds me out, it's happened before in Chicago. But I liked the neihborhood. It was real.
So we had a four hour bus ride to Tilaran. It was the most amazing scenery I've ever seen in my life. It was nearly dusk so the pics didn't turn out but just imagine driving through idyllic mountains, ALL green, rolling landscapes and smoldering looking clouds floating in around and breaking up around the mountain to form a hazy mist. The bus broke down for about fifteen minutes (or there was a problem with the lights) but we were back on track. I read my book when it got dark, thank god, because the bus likes to pass traffic on a two lane road IN the mountains. But hey, they do it every day so I guess all I can do is sit back and relax.
It's weird because people don't care much about music here. Honestly, everywhere I've been it's all about 80's American music. Very strange. And television too. You fail to realize how much American imperialism dominates every corner of global culture. I was watching Greys Anatomy last night and there were commercials for 90210. It almost feels like I'm at home....not TOO much of a culture shock. I'm getting along well with my Spanish. I'm toying with the idea of getting a masters degree in Latin American studies. But as we all know I change my mind every other day.
now for some pics:
This is a flag of the coordinates where our couchsurfer hosts sister was lost at sea. Long story and tugged my heart strings. So sad....she was following her dream of becoming a sailor and a storm hit and they never found any traces of her ship. I took this to remember my friends sister....
the frame of the bamboo house and the roof pieces u can see lying on the ground. It's in the middle of like 30 acres in the rainforest.
and this is the market we went to in Limon. Good food, cheap prices.
That's all for now. I really gotta unplug. time to get a move on.
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