Well... here I am in wonderful old Rosta Cica (as Silo tagged it). There's not a whole lot going on really. I'm trying to get a job at a call center where Austin works. I have a final interview tomorrow which should go well I believe. I went to my old neighborhood a few days ago and found a bunch of the grown-ups but only one of my friends... and now she's a grown up too! Funny how that works, right? It was fun talking to all of them and having all kinds of flash-backs. Although, there is this one lady... I lost a lot of soccer balls to her knife. She'd always blow them up if they landed in her yard because we weren't supposed to play infront of her house anyways..... what a mean lady! But we laughed about that too.
Otherwise I've been sitting around the house a lot. Every now and then I'll go out and get lost for a few hours and then ask for directions back home. My uncle says that's not very safe... I think he's full of it. Although, I haven't been here in a long time and it'd do me some good to listen.
Which brings me to this.... You'd think that since this is Costa Rica and I am from Costa Rica that I would feel really natural living in Costa Rica...... WRONG!!! People don't use the same slang any more. I'm too old for most of the stuff I remember. My spanish is that of a sixth-grader. It's hard for me to fit in. What sucks about all that is that Costaricans are very welcoming people (for the most part) so they'll be nice to me. But I know the difference between the guy that they're nice to and the guy that is one of them. I'm the latter. Also, things are much tighter together and crowded here than in my nice little sub-urban environment in Fairburn.... I felt so claustrophobic the first week here that I almost swam back to the states. But then I realized that I'm way too lazy for all that and abandoned the plan. :o)
But all in all, it's just another culture shock. It's just another time of adaptation. Some parts of it will be harder to mold to than others. Some things will actually be really fun to re-learn. In the end, it's another experience, another mark on the road. I, like all of us, must keep walking that road. In Lucky Number Slevin, The Rabbi tells Slevin that, "'unlucky' is only a reference for the lucky. You see, we don't usually realize how lucky we are untill we become unlucky." This quote makes that walk worth walking. In the midst of everything that is going on, there is something that, if it were changed or taken from me, I would feel unlucky without. The trick is teaching myself to notice these blessings while they are still here so I can enjoy them, and to be encouraged.... there is always something that makes us lucky. There is always something to be thankful to God for.