After my culture shock abated, I finally started to feel at home in Costa Rica. The city still has its downfalls, and as much as I'd love to live closer to the beach or in the mountains (since transportation here is insane), I'm oddly happy living in a big city. I moved from the apartment I spent November in to a house in Vargas Araya, which is about a 10-15 minute bus ride to work. Everything is close; there's a market a block away, as well as a bar/restaurant, Chinese restaurant, bakery/panadería, ice cream shop, and a couple of video rental places. My roommates are great, and I love the house.
Last night was the Christmas party at Máximo. It was so great to have fun with my new family. I really do love everyone that works there. We had great food, dancing, drinks, and gift giving in the form of Secret Santas.
I'm really excited to go home and play in all the snow. Flagstaff got 18 inches at the airport, and there was a foot at my parents' house. I'm looking forward to seeing all my friends and family and telling them about my Costa Rican adventures...I feel like it's been forever since I left home. Part of this comes from feeling like I've changed. Maybe it's because I'm living an independent life for the first time and I've had to adjust to everything on my own. I've met amazing people, but my loved ones at home mean everything to me.
No comments:
Post a Comment