Entry 2
Things are much better at my 'tico' house now. Although I still have some troubles understanding my tico dad, my sister and mother make perfect sense. Calli told me that most old people are hard to understand in any culture, so that comforted me. My tica mom makes the most delicious food. I once had the halleluja song suck in my head while eating one of her meals. The stereotype is right, they do have rice and beans with every meal, but also much more! The meal also usually includes freshly made juice -usually with tropical fruits like mango and star fruit (my favorite) with some kind of fruit and vegetable. They have a vegetable here called chayote that we do not have in the U.S. It is a type of squash, but better! I will end this entry before it becomes a cook book, but this weekend we are going to a place called Poso Azul, so stay tuned!-

Entry 1
My first steps on Costa Rican soil were on June 5th at 3:21 (Costa Rican time). Stepping off the plane and walking through the airport was a blur, but I do remember approaching the doors to the outside. The doors to the airport are very similar to those in the U.S., surrounded by windows. These windows were filled with people glaring in the airport desperately waiting for their loved ones. It was quite intimidating because Professor Debellis said our house families were in that cluster. As I approached the doors I saw signs with some of the girls' names on them so I anxiously searched for mine. After a few more steps out of the door I saw a sign that said 'Megan Bahamonde' and I froze. What do I say to these people? Do I hug them? Although I was unsure I approached them, said "Hola, soy Megan" ... And then they spoke. Previously, I was fairly cocky about my Spanish speaking abilities because I was always able to understand the professors when they spoke, but this time was different. I literally had no idea what this man was saying to me. Then, I tried the "mas despiacio" trick, because slowing people down always does the trick. Not this time. I really just did not know what he was saying. He then just laughed, said 'esta bien' and we drove to his house. I was ready to cry at that point, but I knew it could only get better from there.