Today I started learning how to take the bus. Although there are no set times as to when the bus will arrive nor numbered routes, I think I’m fairing quite well. Papi took me to meet the rest of the group downtown. He was quite cute, as he held my elbow the entire time, protecting me and guiding me through the insanely crowded, loud and chaotic streets of San Jose. After a kiss goodbye (yes, we have to kiss all the time down here), he left me with my fellow students to explore San Jose and find our way via bus to the language center where we will take classes every morning. We wondered all day learning destinations, necessary bus routes, famous landmarks and how to avoid flirtatious old men yelling “hey macha” (the word used to describe blondies like myself). After miles and miles of walking we made our way to the language center (ICADS) and were given personal interviews to determine what Spanish class we would be placed in. The strangest thing happened at ICADS. I found a Eugenian! Not only any Eugenian, but one I happen to know, a girl named Megan Campbell who went to elementary school with me. I guess this really is a small country. After getting soaked on our way back to the bus, I gave in and bought an umbrella from a street vendor. Although it’s nice and warm here, when it rains, it pours (10 times more than the Pacific Northwest). Papi picked me up after a long day. We quickly stopped at his work (he’s a locksmith), picked up some friends from a wedding and came home. After some R&R and dinner, Papi, Pamela and I played Jenga. The joke was that the loser had to walk to LASP in the morning (2o miles away). We all went to bed ridiculously early (8:30).
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