Soy una mentirosa
Posted By Sika on February 18, 2007
I said I wasn´t going to be checking livejournal, and that´s sorta true. But anyway, now I´m going to tell the story of my birthday. On Wednesday, because of my birthday and Vday and because I´ve been helping her with her translations, my friend Sylvie gave me a really nice bottle of champagne (Sylvie is French and Spanish is her 5th language and in addition to going to school with me, she has an internship here with a French travel agency, translating their brochures into English. She speaks English fluently, but hasn´t been trained as a translator and so I (and earlier Polk) have been helping her make it sound more like original English).
Thursday, immediately after class I came to the break area and there was a dulce de leche cake. I had earlier told David (the owner of my school, not my teacher) that I am perpetually 5 years old. This was right before I swung on the hammock hard enough that I could kick the back of Sylvie´s bench, thus instigating a tickle fight in which she tried to be sneaky but only succeeded in being blatantly obvious. So, the cake had a candle on it. It´s pink with a gold star and says 5. I love it. Then after dinner, my familia Tica had a cake for me too. I have many pictures of Juanca and Karla fighting over who gets to light the candle.
After, I chilled my bottle of Champagne and went to David and Zaida´s house (the owners of my school, IPED). Sylvie met us there a little later and we had the champagne. Tommy was supposed to meet us there but was too sleepy and Wendell and Davis are gallinas and wouldn´t go out dancing with us. I wanted to go to Tipico Latino and and after to Boombox. Tipico Latino is a place for older people with lots of salsa and merengue and cumbia, and Boombox has reggeton and Hip Hop and other such things. Unfortunately, they both were closed (you wouldn´t believe how many times I have to stop myself from writing in Spanish. It´s kinda awesome.) But there was a club that just opened next door and so we danced there for a little over an hour. I got home around 1am.
The next morning, I had to get up at 4:45 to wait for Guido Chavez to take me to Hotel Irazu in San Jose so I could catch the minibus to Tortuguero (look it up:it´s awesome). The trip to Tortuguero is a little over 2 hours in the minibus, the last hour of which offers a free massage due to the bumpy roads. Then we got onto a boat for another hour and a half. The only other way to Tortuguero is to fly. We did a lot of things of which I have many pictures. It wasn´t as physically active as the last few weekends have been, so I´ll be glad to return to the gym tomorrow. On my minibus were 2 couples from Spain, and one of them was staying at the same hotel as I was. There was also a Canadian couple (from Vancouver) and the next morning when I was translating between the two couples, I accidentally explained something to the Canadian couple in Spanish and didn´t even realize it until Irene, of the Spanish couple, started laughing and saying that they were making me crazy. That was only the first time it happened. It was nice though, ´cause they split up the activities by language, and I was able to take the tours and stuff in Spanish only.
The first night Kevin, the bartender, said he´d dance with me, but there was the Costa Rica vs. El Salvador game (tonight is Costa Rica vs. Panama for the final spot in the UNCAF championship and it´s going to be CRAZY. Panama just scored. Neither I nor the guy here in the internet cafe is happy). So, on the second night he danced a really good, really close merengue. Also, I bought one drink and he gave me two free ones after. One was an Orgasmo. Hee, I liked Kevin. I also danced with Tommy, but he was trying to do the intense Latin thing and well, he´s short, old, and white. After everybody else left, Kevin and I danced to reggaeton for a little bit, and then I went to bed.
The manager of the hotel, when Tommy arrived the second day, said that David and Zaida were going to be calling to find out if we were speaking in Spanish or English and so only Spanish was allowed. Later I told him that if he was going to invent rules, I´m going to cheat. He said that I spent all this money to come here and I´d be sad if I went back home and still didn´t know Spanish. I told him that my Spanish is already perfect and we both laughed a lot over that. I told him that I´m a liar as well as a cheat and after that he called me a ¨mala chica.¨ But that´s ok, ´cause Kevin called me a ¨buena chica¨so it evens out.
Ok, Chao.
Yay! It is good to hear from you. I am glad you had a happy birthday and V-day and you seem to be having fun in general. Yay some more!