is meant I had 24 hrs of class a week. Enough about class, the weekend soon came.The first week everyone but the five of us, Bianca, Gabi, Maxine, Laurice, and I decided to go to Manuel Antonio. The most tourist place in Costa Rica. We decided to go to Puerto Viejo de Talamanca, a Caribbean town with a Jamaica feel to it. We got on a four hour bus very early Saturday morning and crossed mountains and waterfalls to get to the Caribbean lowlands where everything truly was Pura Vida.
We found a hotel that had a room for 5 people and it had a really sweet garden in the middle. There were two Europeans next to us that were going round the world. We then found some grub and headed to the beach. Jammin's Jerk Chicken was pretty good if you're ever down there. Long story short: was a great weekend, various problems occurred i.e. drama, lack of money and too little time on perfect beaches on top of a shit ton of rain all afternoon and morning. There were lots of little crabs all over the beach too. We went to a beach party at night and relaxed the rest of the weekend.

The game seen to the right is called mache. Around the edge of a circle you try and hit a ball to knock washer/screws off some posts while going between your oponents posts. Theres a whole point system and its kind of cool. It's only played in one park in San José. A must see for all Costa Rica bound travelers.
Things I started to miss include: padded carpet, a computer, a communal room (since everyone in my house had their own computer and TV it was kinda lame), sports bars, and people visiting (I lived in in BUFU and no one would come out near my house, not to mention it was taboo to have friends over).


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