Independence.

This week I had it in my brain that I was going to strike out on my OWN. I was going to explore by myself, make sure I knew where everything was. It was such a daunting task, but hey gotta grow up sometime? I went to San Jose with Kristen, but she ended up leaving when we couldnt find this ominous and obviously non-existant music store to find violin books. We stopped for coffee at this cool looking place but it ended up not having that good of coffee (mental note). And then she left for a skype date with the boyfriend.
I stayed and went through a really cool artisan market, since I was gringa and basically the only one in there at the time, I was swarmed by the booth people. I ended up with the souvenirs I needed and came back home.

This week has been unfairly cold for being Costa Rica. Today was just about the first day that we've seen sun since Friday, !que ridiculo! Its been pretty crazy, one of the teachers is sick from school with the chicken pox, so I had to cover his exam classes today. The day started out kind of horribly. The 8th grade class I was sitting in on was atrocious. One of the kids got mad at me for not letting him get his dictionary.... in a grammar exam. Finished the test and slammed the door when going to the bathroom. Then he came back and started making fun of me, much to the rest of the classes amusement. And talked for the rest of the time, not listening to me when I told them to be quiet. I really hope that I wasnt this bad when I was that young... Well, I wasnt, I never talked period. I guess I wouldnt expect immediate respect from these kids because I am not like them and I cant understand a ton of Spanish. Regardless, its not something I should take personally, but it was awful. The rest of the day went just fine, I sat in on another exam almost up until I had to tutor and then tutored until 3 and then we were picked up by Rosie Lamme, one of the missionary wives here to have dinner at their house at about 3:30. I am so greatful for her and her kindness!
I am totally exhausted and tired of talking period, after trying to shout above kids all day to get them to be quiet Im surprised I didnt lose my voice. I just dont want to talk anymore. The good thing though, is that Spanish is seeming to become more like second nature to me. It was easier for me to speak at some points today, and I understood it well. My brain needs a rest... until tomorrow when I do it all over again.
Daniel... why must you have chicken pox???