Sunday 9/21/08

This morning on my run I realized one way that I’m becoming more “independent and confident adult” is in my sense of adventure. I used to hate getting lost. It stressed me out, but now I love it. So, this morning on my run I went farther out than usual and had no idea where I was (don’t worry, it was a completely safe residential neighborhood). I eventually found my way back to downtown Tibas and from there I know exactly where I am. It was so much fun because when you get lost, you get to see so many cool things that you never have seen before. After my run, we had a wonderful Sunday morning breakfast. This is the meal we eat together with the less frequency because during the week we all come and go at such different times. After breakfast, I finally got a hold of my wonderful parents. Although hearing their voices is the thing that makes me most homesick, it was so good to finally get in touch (as I have finally conquered the battle against international calling with the wonderful technology of Skype). I spent the rest of the morning getting some homework done. For lunch we had Mami’s famous (and Papi’s favorite) chicken pot pie. Mami told me that immediately after lunch we would go straight out the door to church. Of course, it wasn’t another hour until we left. Church is a little overwhelming for me to say the least. I jokingly told my mom on the phone that “I guess Pentecostalism just doesn’t run in my Lutheran-Presbyterian blood”. After 3 hours, we left before the sermon even started because we had to go to San Jose to buy David some new shoes. We came back home, I dozed of watching Disney with Pamela and we a very Americanized dinner (cheeseburgers and French fries). After dinner we went to grandma’s house to drop off left-over chicken pot pie. Here, there is no such thing as dropping something off. Whenever you go somewhere, you have to stay at least for awhile and sit around and talk. The same is true when you run into someone on the street. It is culturally rude just to say hi and keep walking (like we do in the US). You always have to stop, kiss and have a short conversation. So, after we “dropped off” the leftovers, we headed home and hit the sack.