2. Is graffiti legal in Costa Rica?
3. Can I borrow your brick wall to try out my new-found desire to graffiti something?
4. What do these graffiti paintings mean?
Graffiti courtesy of the park across the street :)
10.24.2010
Graffiti Questions
1. How do you spell ''graffiti''? One T? Two Ts?
2. Is graffiti legal in Costa Rica?
3. Can I borrow your brick wall to try out my new-found desire to graffiti something?
4. What do these graffiti paintings mean?
2. Is graffiti legal in Costa Rica?
3. Can I borrow your brick wall to try out my new-found desire to graffiti something?
4. What do these graffiti paintings mean?
10.21.2010
Characters on the Bus
Setting: Bus, Tuesday afternoon
Character #1: elderly gentleman, gray 5 o'clock shadow, hunched by the window, bag on the aisle seat, body language non-approachable
My State of Mind: tired after 7 hours of children + 3 more hours of evening homework, hungry, 95% in my own thoughts, 5% of my thoughts being aware of my surroundings
As I walked down the bus aisle, the man moved his bag for me to be able to sit down. When I sat, I said a polite, "Gracias," and then I took out a book and began reading in my comfortable English world. Two minutes pass and his cell phone in his right pocket rings, so he reaches for it and accidentally elbows me in the ribs. "Disculpa," he says (Sorry!), and I say, "Tranquilo" (Don't worry about it.). He tells me I speak really good Spanish, although I have spoken a grand total of 2 words. He asks me where I'm from. "Cheeeekago," I say. He says (the whole convo in Spaneeeesh) he lived in NYC for 20 years and that when he moved there at age 18 the Twin Towers were only 4 stories tall and were in construction. He said that on September 11, 2001, his job in Manhattan sent him to Wall Street for the morning, and he felt what he thought was an earthquake tremor, but was really the first airplane crashing into a Tower. He ran outside and saw the second plane crash. He said he was so afraid to think that people hated the U.S. so much to want to do something like the attacks that he left the States within a month and has never gone back.
WOW. I had goosebumps to think he had experienced Sept. 11 so closely and it wasn't even his home country.
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Setting: Bus, Thursday afternoon
Character #2: BIG lady, small purse
My State of Mind: tired after 7 hours of children, grading papers, 5% of my thoughts being aware of my surroundings
I was sitting on the window side of the bus and this lady sat down and squashed me against the window. I continued to attempt grading papers, but I couldn't really move enough to even write. I asked her what time it was. She told me 4pm. She asked me if I was a teacher, nodding toward the pile of student work I was balancing on my lap. I said yes. She said that instead of trying to write on the papers in the jerky bus, I should print sticker labels and then just stick the stickers on the papers as comments and grades. I actually considered the idea until I realized sticker labels are quite expensive here.
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Setting: Bus, Tuesday morning 5:45am
Character #3: Idiana, light green eyes, stares at me like she has a million questions for me
My State of Mind: barely waking up, praying about the upcoming day, 5% of my thoughts being aware of my surroundings
Idiana chased me down while we were running across the street to catch the bus. She asked me if I thought the motorcycles would stop for us and I said I didn't know but the bus was not going to wait long so we should run faster! Apparently running together was a bonding experience because she stared at me the whole first bus ride (from barrio los sauces to downtown San Jose). When we got off the bus in downtown, she asked where I was going and I said to the Coca Cola bus station. Her stop was just a block before that, she said, so we walked together. She took me a "new route" that I had never been before and I didn't feel very safe in as there were a lot more homeless people sleeping and waking up in the street... some only half-clothed or obviously high/drunk on something. Idiana didn't seem to mind the homeless though as she told me her life story, that she was here in Costa Rica because there was little work in Nicaragua, that her son is 12 and in 5th grade, that she just wants the best for her son. We parted ways at La Iglesia Merced and her light green eyes full of questions stayed on my mind for my second bus ride.
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Setting: Bus, 5:30am
Character #4: man with freshly shaven face, black hair, dark skin, dark eyes, laborer's clothes
My State of Mind: barely waking up, reading my Bible, 5% of my thoughts being aware of my surroundings
I ask him what time it is, he asks me if the Bible says it's okay for him to marry his sister. Um, no sir, it doesn't. He asks my own personal opinion about brother/sister marriages and I tell him I think of the serious problems their children could have. He's not convinced. I tell him I can't change his mind about it, that he's the one who asked my opinion so I just gave my opinion. He knows the Bible well and asks a few more questions.
I've seen him on the bus a few more times, but I have avoided him. A combo of experience and other's advice tells me that men wanting to talk about the Bible with gringas on the bus usually don't have good intentions.
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In other words, riding the bus is very... interesting. educating. mind-boggling at moments.
Character #1: elderly gentleman, gray 5 o'clock shadow, hunched by the window, bag on the aisle seat, body language non-approachable
My State of Mind: tired after 7 hours of children + 3 more hours of evening homework, hungry, 95% in my own thoughts, 5% of my thoughts being aware of my surroundings
As I walked down the bus aisle, the man moved his bag for me to be able to sit down. When I sat, I said a polite, "Gracias," and then I took out a book and began reading in my comfortable English world. Two minutes pass and his cell phone in his right pocket rings, so he reaches for it and accidentally elbows me in the ribs. "Disculpa," he says (Sorry!), and I say, "Tranquilo" (Don't worry about it.). He tells me I speak really good Spanish, although I have spoken a grand total of 2 words. He asks me where I'm from. "Cheeeekago," I say. He says (the whole convo in Spaneeeesh) he lived in NYC for 20 years and that when he moved there at age 18 the Twin Towers were only 4 stories tall and were in construction. He said that on September 11, 2001, his job in Manhattan sent him to Wall Street for the morning, and he felt what he thought was an earthquake tremor, but was really the first airplane crashing into a Tower. He ran outside and saw the second plane crash. He said he was so afraid to think that people hated the U.S. so much to want to do something like the attacks that he left the States within a month and has never gone back.
WOW. I had goosebumps to think he had experienced Sept. 11 so closely and it wasn't even his home country.
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Setting: Bus, Thursday afternoon
Character #2: BIG lady, small purse
My State of Mind: tired after 7 hours of children, grading papers, 5% of my thoughts being aware of my surroundings
I was sitting on the window side of the bus and this lady sat down and squashed me against the window. I continued to attempt grading papers, but I couldn't really move enough to even write. I asked her what time it was. She told me 4pm. She asked me if I was a teacher, nodding toward the pile of student work I was balancing on my lap. I said yes. She said that instead of trying to write on the papers in the jerky bus, I should print sticker labels and then just stick the stickers on the papers as comments and grades. I actually considered the idea until I realized sticker labels are quite expensive here.
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Setting: Bus, Tuesday morning 5:45am
Character #3: Idiana, light green eyes, stares at me like she has a million questions for me
My State of Mind: barely waking up, praying about the upcoming day, 5% of my thoughts being aware of my surroundings
Idiana chased me down while we were running across the street to catch the bus. She asked me if I thought the motorcycles would stop for us and I said I didn't know but the bus was not going to wait long so we should run faster! Apparently running together was a bonding experience because she stared at me the whole first bus ride (from barrio los sauces to downtown San Jose). When we got off the bus in downtown, she asked where I was going and I said to the Coca Cola bus station. Her stop was just a block before that, she said, so we walked together. She took me a "new route" that I had never been before and I didn't feel very safe in as there were a lot more homeless people sleeping and waking up in the street... some only half-clothed or obviously high/drunk on something. Idiana didn't seem to mind the homeless though as she told me her life story, that she was here in Costa Rica because there was little work in Nicaragua, that her son is 12 and in 5th grade, that she just wants the best for her son. We parted ways at La Iglesia Merced and her light green eyes full of questions stayed on my mind for my second bus ride.
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Setting: Bus, 5:30am
Character #4: man with freshly shaven face, black hair, dark skin, dark eyes, laborer's clothes
My State of Mind: barely waking up, reading my Bible, 5% of my thoughts being aware of my surroundings
I ask him what time it is, he asks me if the Bible says it's okay for him to marry his sister. Um, no sir, it doesn't. He asks my own personal opinion about brother/sister marriages and I tell him I think of the serious problems their children could have. He's not convinced. I tell him I can't change his mind about it, that he's the one who asked my opinion so I just gave my opinion. He knows the Bible well and asks a few more questions.
I've seen him on the bus a few more times, but I have avoided him. A combo of experience and other's advice tells me that men wanting to talk about the Bible with gringas on the bus usually don't have good intentions.
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In other words, riding the bus is very... interesting. educating. mind-boggling at moments.
10.18.2010
Funnies
1. I went to the ATM today and apparently it was only giving out bills in the amount of c2,000 (equivalent to $4), so I got a big wad of bills!
2. As I was walking home from the ATM, the neighborhood guard rode his bike next to me and talked. I told him that I am moving soon for Escazú, and he pulled out his wallet and gave me a photo ''so I won't forget him.''
3. The park across the street was full of people today, and a guy came over to ask to fill his water bottle. I put the hose out the garage bars and turned the water on and he wasn't paying much attention to how full his bottle was because we were talking. The bottle filled and started overflowing all down his shorts, and he was really embarassed as he walked back over to the park. Oops...
2. As I was walking home from the ATM, the neighborhood guard rode his bike next to me and talked. I told him that I am moving soon for Escazú, and he pulled out his wallet and gave me a photo ''so I won't forget him.''
3. The park across the street was full of people today, and a guy came over to ask to fill his water bottle. I put the hose out the garage bars and turned the water on and he wasn't paying much attention to how full his bottle was because we were talking. The bottle filled and started overflowing all down his shorts, and he was really embarassed as he walked back over to the park. Oops...
Feliz Día de la Cultura
Today's holiday used to be called Columbus Day here but is now called Culture Day because they didn't want to give Christopher Columbus any credit for his 1492 discoveries. He´s not a very popular guy around here!
I am having an extra Saturday for my day off :). I thought I had plans, but they apparently fell through, so I have been packing the apartment and doing some school stuff.
Thanks to all who were praying for a new place to live on the west side. I visited 2 families last Wednesday and confirmed with one today that I will move in with them in November. I am excited and nervous, just like I remember being 2 years ago before Trish and I moved in with our first tico families. I am thankful that God has provided a place!
Our group of girls hung out again Saturday night, this time for bowling! Melissa, Allie, me, Michelle
I am having an extra Saturday for my day off :). I thought I had plans, but they apparently fell through, so I have been packing the apartment and doing some school stuff.
Thanks to all who were praying for a new place to live on the west side. I visited 2 families last Wednesday and confirmed with one today that I will move in with them in November. I am excited and nervous, just like I remember being 2 years ago before Trish and I moved in with our first tico families. I am thankful that God has provided a place!
Turns out in Costa Rica bowling is charged by the minute, not by the game. It's about $21 per hour too!! Wowee, that would be an expensive date. Good thing there were 5 of us to split the bill.
You can see more photos if you look at Melissa´s blog post: http://melissajanecr.wordpress.com/2010/10/17/bowling-tico-style/
We've been without Internet for the past 10 days, so we're glad to be re-connected to the ''real world'' again, lol!
10.10.2010
Prayer Requests
I don't post my needs on here often, but it's time to share a bit of my current situation. I have explained that I live on the east side of the city and work on the west side, and I have mentioned the daily long bus rides. Because of those factors, I am officially looking for a place to live on the west side, hopefully moving at the beginning of November. I'm looking for a Costa Rican family to live with so I can continue improving my Spanish (I think I'm almost fluent but of course it's always a process :)), so I'm letting you know what I need in this way so you can be praying and then you can praise God with me when He does open doors!! :)
Thanks for checking up on me!
Thanks for checking up on me!
5th Grade Lights, Camera, Action!
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| Making board games to help us review division facts. |
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| Another board game! |
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| dreaming about being at the beach... |
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| acting out our Loyalty statements during Community Time |
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| hard at work!! |
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| creativity |
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| best friends |
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| Student Council speeches took a lot of courage! My brave students did well with their speeches :) |
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| and studying for our Science test! |
10.09.2010
No Internet = A Strong Feeling of Disconnection
I stayed with a friend Wednesday night on the west side of the city, and when I came home Thursday afternoon, Michelle told me the Internet wasn't working, and it has persisted in not working. The screen says "Bad web request" whenever we try to open the Internet Explorer. Any suggestions?
Also, riding the bus is a career all on its own. Rainboots, bus change, book to read, papers to grade, and I'm good to go. 15 hours a week of bus rides...
I'm looking for a tico family to live with on the west side, and I have a for-sure visit this next Wednesday afternoon with a family and a couple other leads to call. Pray that works out soon :). I am looking forward to a lifestyle with fewer bus rides :).
Also, riding the bus is a career all on its own. Rainboots, bus change, book to read, papers to grade, and I'm good to go. 15 hours a week of bus rides...
I'm looking for a tico family to live with on the west side, and I have a for-sure visit this next Wednesday afternoon with a family and a couple other leads to call. Pray that works out soon :). I am looking forward to a lifestyle with fewer bus rides :).
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