man oh man!!!

Sleeping in airports is an adventure within itself. After a 4 hour sleep/nap I woke up with an awful neck cramp and feeling nauseated. Either it was the broccoli pizza I ate or I'm pregnant. Probably pregnant ;)


Ay carumba! Only 3 hours left before I'm in San Jose, Costa Rica! and still I speak Spanish as if I only got half a tongue. It is gonna be fun navigating myself around the first couple of weeks and having to explain my lack of documentation by simply saying No tengo un visado and No say, senor? Actually, I'm a littlrre unsure where I'm going once I get to Costa Rica. I think I'm supposed to meet the group I'm studying abroad with, but I took a different flight and kind of forgot to figure all of that out. Whatever... This is what I want to happen when I get to San Jose

(1) not get robbed
(2) not get lost
(3) not get in trouble

--- if I can manage these three then I might can do the following:)

(4) exchange currency
(5) hope my family isn't crazy
(6) hope my family doesn't think I'm crazy (or at least not immedietly)
(7) eat
(8) sleep
(9) have at least one conversation in Spanish without sounding like a backwoods mule

And that is pretty much all I got folks.