This week, I didn't exactly sleep very much. I didn't go to be before 1 am once this entire week. Part of it was that I just wasn't feeling any of the homework that I had been assigned. The other part was that talking walks with my friend when he got off work seemed way more fun. So, needless to say, Friday, was time to sleep. So, I went to class, quickly finished my presentation on El Salvador that I had finished about 2 minutes before class, and then came home. I took a 3 hour nap that was extremely necessary. After, I had planned on hanging out with Melvin until he had to work at 6. It began down pouring so we just hung out in the park under one of the giant trees here. After, I came home, ate an incredible dinner, and chilled out. It felt great. I was supposed to go visit Melvin at the bar that he works but I definitely fell asleep multiple times and didn't make it. I was so tired.
On Saturday, I woke up rather early since all I did was sleep the day before. I had some amazing breakfast (as always) and took care of some errands. I was supposed to go to lunch with Melvin but he wasn't answering his phone all day so instead I cleaned up my room and organized the mounts of papers. I even planned out packing a little bit. Not too much though, because I don't want to commit to leaving just yet. I also took a nap. Pretty relaxing.
For dinner that night, we had Analia, one of my hermanaticas, her boyfriend, Mario, and his family over. Before the dinner, I wasn't really certain if I was officially invited to the dinner. Sometimes, I just miss the little nuances like the difference between "we're having them over for dinner", meaning we or just us. So before dinner, I decided it would just be easier if I asked her straight up. She looked at me and said, "Little girl, of course you're invited." It was really cute. It only got cuter during the introductions when she introduced me as her "hija norteamericana" or her North American daughter. The dinner was amazing and so much fun. We had sangria, champagne, paella, pastel de tres leches, and more. The family was the funniest family ever. They all were teasing me because Mamatica told them that I am the bad influence on Lorna, my other hermanatica. This was only the beginning, especially when they found out that we were going to a concert at about 10pm after they left.
After they left, Lorna and I ran to change out of our family dinner clothing into our concert clothing. I finally got ahold of Melvin and we went to the bar in which he was working to discuss our plans. Lorna and I decided that we would go early and watch until Melvin came after work at 2 am. We went to this super shady club that was a short taxi ride away. We sat in the back of the club and just people watch. Melvin sent Lorna messages the entire time because he was worried that someone would carry me away. Shell, the main attraction, is a rapper/singer of reggae from Limon, Costa Rica. He started singing at about 2 am and immediately the atmosphere went from dance club to concert. I really liked his music. Melvin came and, since he sometimes helps out as a bouncer at this bar, he took us up to the VIP section. It was so cool. Melvin introduced me to all of his friends that work there. He is surprisingly popular because, according to him, "he is Costa Rica". How do I always make friends that say things like that? Lorna got really tired at about 4 am so we decided to leave. When we went outside, we met Shell, the singer. He was really cool. (See photos below)
On Sunday, I was supposed to go to Volcan Irazu with Melvin and Lorna. It was originally a surprise for me but I eventually got it out of him. I was all ready to go but then it started raining so we decided to go another day. Melvin was still going to come and get me so that we could go out together that night. Well, here comes another cultural miscommunication. He was 2 hours late and his cell phone was turned off. So, naturally I assumed I was being ditch and was really upset. Mis padres ticos were talking to me about not worrying about it and just letting it go. And then, I got a phone call that he was waiting for me. My familia tica must thing that I´m a nut case. So I went out with Melvin and watched the fútbol games and went to Rostipollos for dinner. Overall, it was a pretty good weekend.
This whole weekend, I kept rerealizing that I have very limited time here in Costa Rica. I started thinking about how I started this semester traveling literally every weekend trying to see as much of the country as I could. Now, I´ve calmed down and have started just enjoying the culture. I don't need to go to a beach every single weekend, nor do I really want to. I can just spend time with my familia tica and enjoy San Jose. I realized this weekend that I´ve stopped living like a gringa and am now living como una tica.
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