I just spent a few minutes trying to remember what I did yesterday; I can’t keep the days straight! I went with Karen, her sister, her sister’s boyfriend and her sister’s son to La Sabana, the park we visited to go on a walk (the one reminiscent of the reservoir) that is now hosting Festival Internacional de los Artes (FIA). The boyfriend, Alfredo, intended to teach the son, Johan, how to ride a bike, and that’s just what he did. We had a little picnic, and Karen and I either wandered around chatting or sat on the blanket watching the bicycle-learning endeavor (which was incredibly touching). We ended up just lying there at the end, listening to music, and I dozed off for the quietest sleep I’ve had in a long time. Yes, even with a bunch of people running around and a nearby concert, it was still quieter than my room ^^;
The plan was to meet up with some friends and watch the 7:00 concert, which was first a singer from Costa Rica with the band name ‘Gandhi’ and then a really famous group from Argentina which had a name I can’t remember. Cool plan, though it didn’t exactly work out. The place where the concert was to be held was PACKED with hard-core fans before 6, so we decided to get a dessert and then sit off to the side instead of try to stay crammed in with friends. We had granizados, which are shaved ice, cherry (maybe? It was red) syrup, powdered milk and condensed milk all layered in a cup. Surprisingly good, especially for not having chocolate (though practically nothing has chocolate here, it’s too expensive). We then waited on the ground for over an hour for the concert’s intended start time, only to realize that they were keeping in the true tico spirit and starting an hour late. After being there for two hours, with inconsiderate people chain-smoking and sore butts, we figured we should leave before the second concert. I’m glad that we did, because it was past 10 by the time I got home and we missed the extreme traffic of everyone leaving the concert, but it was really too bad because they’re a good group (hence the sardine-style people) and one of Karen’s favorites.
Part of why we left early was because I was planning to do an ecoactivity of helping to plant trees that would have started at 7:00 am and ended at 5:30 pm, and I still had homework (my first and only homework assignment, that I still managed to procrastinate) to finish. Our program director sent us an e-mail about the activity long ago, and I had decided I wanted to go. Then, I had a fieldtrip for a class planned on that day, so I knew I couldn’t go. Then the fieldtrip was cancelled, so I happy to be able to go once more. Then someone from the program suggested taking a short trip together, so I figured I couldn’t go. By the time I realized I could go, the night before, I saw that I needed to have made reservations. I think I knew that deep down, but it had gotten entirely lost in my scheduling.
…which leads me to today. Today I did absolutely nothing. I meant to at least do yoga today, but no such luck. My brain has been completely fried by Spanglish and my whole body feels weighted down. I didn’t leave the house (though in retrospect going to the Feria Agricultura would have been a good idea, because I love snacking on fruit) and I went through my neglected e-mails. I also did my homework, which was fairly fun (yay biology!). And, of course, I ate, my tica mom always makes sure of that. I would have loved to go volunteer, but I think today I really needed time to relax, so my bad planning was, in a way, good.
Tomorrow is another day, and I am definitely leaving the house.
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