On Monday of this week, I went out with my hermanatica, Lorna, to the bars. She and I have become pretty good friends and we always go out together. This time, we went so that we could meet up with her friends for someone´s birthday. I still have no idea whose. We went to Terra U, a three story bar on La Calle, or the street with all of the bars near Universidad Costa Rica. There, we met up with her friends that I have meet before. We drank, talked, and danced some salsa together. Her group of friends are great. I´m like the little pet gringa. They all talk to me and put up with my broken Spanish. They even get me to dance and always include me. I really like going out with them. This time, though, ESPN was playing on the TV behind our table. For those of you who don´t know, I love ESPN. I watched it every morning before going to middle and high school. Here though, I don´t know what channel it is on. So naturally, I was a little excited to have an imperial in my hand and watch it.
A story about baseball finished and the coverage of the bombing at the Boston Marathon started. It felt like my world stopped. I was watching the different footage while all of my friends were still dancing around and talking. I was watching people from my country getting hurt and they were talking about which beer is better. It was a little weird to feel so out of place. I was glued to the TV because I had missed all of the news coverage earlier that day and wanted to know what was up.
Normalmente, I try not to associate with the USA. It´s not exactly my favorite all of the time, but none the less, it is still home. Watching the tragedy in Costa Rica, though, made me feel something a little different. Normally, it would´t have bothered me much, but since I was with people who had no idea what my home is like, I felt oddly connected to the states then. I guess that even though I hate that this violence is always happening there, I can´t deny that the states are mi país.
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