Two Turtle Eggs...
Well, I made it to CR in typical fashion...we were seated in front of the emergency exit row which meant that our seats didn't recline (and somehow the people never gave us anything to drink--it was amazing). This made for a long flight that started at 1AM. Especially when the hairy gentlemen two rows up began to snore. I was on the verge of screaming (can you believe it?) when I remembered my iPod which saved the day. Also chatted with 3 surfers who were super cool, so this made it all kinda fun.
Arrived to San Jose, found our ride no problemo, and it turns out the girls live around the corner from me. I am living in a 5 bedroom house with Ana and her son Andres. Ana has not seemed to get my name, so for this trip I've become Katrina, which I think is fantasic. (I never had any what one would call cute nicknames). They have two dogs (one is a chocolate lab named Milo--love him!)The other son is visiting the States during my entire visit. Andres lived in the states for about 2 years, and speaks very good English. Plus he's hot. More on that later.
They are great, and like my own family, enjoy happy hour.Last night happy hour started with a beer and the question of whether or not I liked seafood. I said I did and then it turned into if I'd eaten eggs. I thought they meant salmon eggs--caviar. This is not what they meant. They pulled these eggs out of the fridge and the eggs were in sand. Turns out they are turtle eggs. Andres proceeded to make a mixture of tomato, limon, salt and salsa. You then put the yoke of the egg into it, sip for a bit, then shoot the rest. I had two drinks. It was actually quite good. Its supposed to be an an aphrodisac...but I think that's just me.
Today we went to school for the first time and Sara and I are the only students in my class. Really like the teacher--Adolfo, funny guy. The people here are all super friendly, and the other students are from all over the States and several are from Germany.
Anyway, that's the bell calling me back to class, so I'll say adios.
posted by Costa Rica Chica @ 9:05 AM
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6 Comments:
Glad to see you made it in one piece, Katrina! Keep us posted, sounds like you are getting situated and having a lot of fun already.
Karin the Terrapin. Kind of catchy. Careful with Katrina as you really should pursue the local interpretation of what the name means in "Mexican" before giving it fantastic status...it might mean: if she eats Turtle Eggs she'll eat anything. Need I remind you of Kalaena...your Jamaican name.
Safety Tip: eat no more than 1 turtle egg per day (remember what goes in must come out). Indoor pluming in Costa Rica likely not as robust as in the Bay Area.
Oh, I won't be shy with the stories, so are made for all audiences, others are based on whether or not A. we're related B. if I work with you C. if you're somebody I'm trying to impress. C--rarely comes up, so most of you will hear all the good stories. I can't keep my own secrets, so you know I'm good for a few.
Glad you made it safely Fossie! Who knew the secret to learning Spanish in 3 weeks was to stay with someone who speaks perfect English, and around the corner from your English speaking friends! At least you'll know how to say Turtle Eggs in Spanish. I hear that's what all the kindergarten kids are saying these days.
ohh, la, la, Katrina. Are you going to write a book about how to speak spanish like a porn star? I'll be your #1 fan.
On a sad note, We put Mr. Bo down today. :( We are sad.
Glad you made it safe and sound. Oh, did you scream really loudly Sunday? Mike and I thought we heard you in the distance...
So, by process of elimination I must be in the "C" category! Lucky me! (Should I change my name to Kiss-me-Katrina?) ;)
The turtle eggs chasers sound exotic. I'm glad to see you are immersing yourself in the culture and fitting right in.
Now, I know you arrived safely, but how did all of your stuff manage? Did you ever get your suitcase closed? And more importantly, is there plenty of room for all the gifts you're bringing back for me! ;)
Have a drink for me Chica!
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