Dinner at Fiorella's :)

A couple I met at the Servas meeting suggested I got in contact with their daughter. So last week I got in contact with Fiorella. We met up on Monday and spent the whole day talking, and I also got to practice my spanish! Last year Fiorella was a volunteere in Germany, and now a lot of German volutneeres just arrived in Costa Rica. On Friday she invited some of these German friends over to make a German dinner, and I was invited too!

The Gremans were doing a good job in the kitchen preparing a traditional southern dish. One of the girls is also staying with Fiorella and her family for one year as a volunteere.

We had a great dinner, and we agreed on getting back together for a Norwegian dish!

  

Fiorella would of course speak perfect German with her visitors ;)

Vielen Dank für das Essen, or in Spanish ¡Gracias por la comida!

Did you say Heredia???

Well, yesterday I had a lunch date! I was supposed to find my way to the University of Costa Rica. So the night before I asked a friend if there were any buses nearby where I live in Moravia. Yes, there would be a white bus going to UCR. So in the morning I asked a bus driver where the bus to UCR goes, he directs me to a bus stop 200 m further down the street. At the bus stop there was a guy waiting, so I asked him if the bus for the university stopped here, and yes it did. The guy let me know when the bus came, and I jumped on. Shortly after I started thinking something was wrong. Even though I'm new to this city, and haven't really been around too much, I could feel I was going in the wrong direction. I started asking some of the others on the bus, and they said it was on it's way to the university, but it was going to Universidad Nacional in Heredia! So I start talking to the bus driver to see if I could get off at some bus station with a bus that would take me back to UCR. He didn't speak any English, but I could barely catch that he would let me off at a bus stop with a bus back, and the only passenger speaking English confirmed that.

Every passenger got off, and I was sitting there alone, suddenly the bus driver stops and says he's not going further and that I have to get off. I have no idea where I am, or where my bus back is going.

I start walking around trying to ask people where I should catch a bus back to San Jóse.

Not so many people around there could speak English, so I got a nice challeng practicing my Spanish :) After a while I could find more and more buses, and I would ask the bus drivers where the bus to San Jóse went.

One bus driver said I should find bus number 400, and gave me the directions. I found the bus and messaged my date that I was on my way with bus number 400. She replies with "What?! There are no bus numbers!", but I had assured with the bus driver that I would get to downtown San Jóse.

I got to San Jóse and met her, finally, but my head was really spinning around! I was so glad to be there, and had totally forgotten to take pictures while I was in Heredia, but Pura Vida :D

¡¡¡Muchas gracias Meche, por tenerme paciencia!!!