Pretty Fucking Feliz

We had quite. A. Time. Last. Night. Happy hour became several hours and many pitchers of cerveza, with lots of chatting with people at the school in other classes. Met quite a few Europeans, a guy from the Coast Guard working to become a linguist (we all are betting his oral skills are top notch), and several others. I was sad to leave relatively early as I had told Ana I would return for diner around 7. Boo hoo.

On the happy side of things, I returned to the house a little "buzzed" shall we say, and proceeded to have the best conversation with Ana. My Spanish was top notch! She said she feels like she has known me a long time, so we decided to share a hug and ... a cerveza! Then Andre joined us and we had a fantastic dinner (complete with another turtle egg) where we laughed continuously. They also have my name correct now as Ana saw my credit card. Adios Katrina. Andre leaves this afternoon for his 4-day bike ride, so it'll be more difficult to roll my ass out of bed tomorrow morning without the promise of a 6-pack first thing. Que Sera.

We found out today that our weekend plans are in flux a bit as to the rainforest we will be going to, but we are definitely on for going to the volcano on Friday morning. Hope all is well with you fine people!