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| Amy and her Spanish Class |
We were fortunate that our accommodation for the week was right
in town with our Costa Rican home stay. Our ‘Mama Tica’, Jeanette, is the
cooking teacher at Intercultura, so we had fantastic, authentic meals everyday
and her home was somewhat protected from the grime and noise of the town.
Jeanette doesn’t speak much English. In fact, she only knows a few words, so at
first Amy would sit and listen to her stories, understanding (hopefully) most of what she
was saying, and Thomas would daydream. As the week went on, we could
communicate with her more, especially Amy who learned so much Spanish, and
remembered lots of her old Spanish in such a sort
time.
On the first Saturday, our Mama Tica took us with her to do her weekly
shopping at the infamous Saturday fruit and vegetable markets called, la feria.
Spanning six blocks, this was the most impressive market we have ever been to.
It was a sort of controlled chaos, with hundreds and hundreds of venders with
every fresh fruit, vegetable or food produce you could imagine. We filled two
bags plus a wheelie bag in the hour or so of shopping. Our Mama Tica bought
broccoli, pineapple, papaya, melon, mangos, green beans, corn, plantains,
bananas, avocados, eggs, bacon, pork, cucumber, coriander, sweet peppers, cheese and coconut water fresh from the coconut. While the man was chopping
off the tops of coconuts and pouring the water into a bottle for Jeanette, she
bought one for us. We had a refreshing and sweet drink straight from the coconut and then the gentleman cut us a ‘spoon’ from the side
of the it to use to eat the inner flesh! We also bought food for our
lunches for the week. We bought bread, cheese, tomatoes, corn chips and about a
million avocados for $9.
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| Mama Jeanette walking in la feria |
We were quite lucky, even though we had only just arrived;
we had a group of friends. The two girls Amy knew introduced us to all the
English teachers from the school and we were quickly taking notes from them
about jobs or volunteer projects. We played Ultimate Frisbee one day and went
to a house for some beers another night.
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| Our Mama Tica cooking dinner! |
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| Traditional Gallo Pinto (rice and beans) |
Our Mama Tica was a fantastic host mother. We especially
enjoyed her meals, both breakfast and dinner. Most meals, even breakfast,
usually involved rice, beans and fried plantain bananas. With breakfast, we
would always start with a big plate of fruit usually including bananas, papaya,
pineapple and mango and a glass of her homemade fruit juice. With dinner we
would always have a salad along with either chicken or fish. We loved the fried
yuca root, which was similar to potato once cooked and there was no chance that
we were ever going to be left hungry with the service Jeanette dished out.
We each had class at Inturcultura for 4 hours everyday. Amy
was in a higher beginner level and her class was in the morning with 3 other
students and Thomas’ class, the lowest level was in the afternoon with only one
other German girl with him. Every morning Thomas would take a salsa dancing
class with his German friend, Leonie and Amy took the class in the afternoon.
Thomas really enjoyed dancing and his partner and he learned some awesome arm
tangling, twisting and spinning moves. After our classes we would usually go
out for a beer, some food, ice cream or a walk with our classmates. In her
class, Amy got the reputation of being very studious because of how much work
she would produce as her homework and Thomas struggled away just scraping by.
Even though this was the case, we both ‘graduated’ at the end of the week,
having to be called up in front of a group of teachers and students to receive
our ‘diplomas’ from our teachers. Amy was pressured into giving a speech, in
Spanish, and she managed to do quite well!
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| Having a drink with our friends after class |
One afternoon during the week, Amy attended the school trip
to the capital city San Jose, but unfortunately Thomas had class. Her teacher
Marcelo was the tour guide and acted like their concerned father in this busy
and reputably dangerous city. He made sure they crossed the road at the
appropriate safe time and showed them around a nice area including an art
museum and a famous ‘soda’, a Costa Rican diner/eatery, and Amy and three other
students even went paddle boating on a lake within Parque La Sabana.
We learned some funny things about Costa Rican life from our
time in Heredia. They do not have a hot water tanks and it seems to be an art
to get the shower to go hot. It is heated by an electric element at the
showerhead and we mostly had cold showers. There are no numerical or street
addresses, instead just directions like, 200 meters north and 400 meters west
of the ‘shop with the cow.’ If you ask for directions you will struggle to find
help even if you’re holding a map because nobody actually seems to know the
layout of their city other than these silly relative positioning. Thomas said
‘hola’ to a parrot in a tree and it said ‘hola’ back! You must put your toilet
paper in a bin located next to the toilet. The central park is the centre of
town, culture and socialising and it was always a nice place to sit it the
shade and observe this crazy place doing its thing.
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| Drinking coconut water at la feria |
