After waiting for five hours at the airport for the arrival of my mom, I realized I have truly adopted the “pura vida” lifestyle. As I watched the flight information monitors display an increasingly later arrival time and finally no arrival time, I felt absolutely no stress. In the US lack of information would have caused me complete frustration. However, I used my time in the Costa Rican airport to practice my Spanish. By the time my mom finally arrived five hours later from Nicaragua, rather than Miami, I knew everyone in that airport on a personal level. I like to believe that I am now almost always “tranquila” (relaxed) here.
Well, my mom did arrive and we had a exciting and relaxing girls’ weekend. I showed her my school and she got to meet all of my friends. My mom also got to meet my host mother and siblings. What an experience! My lively and animated Costa Rican mother spoke to my real mom as if they spoke the same language. I was the interpreter, enabling my real mother to understand what this wild Costa Rican was saying. I got a good laugh out of the experience.
We also went to the hot springs near the volcano Arenal and slipped away into an entranced state in the hot waters. It was the perfect weekend with my mamacita!
Great story, Esti! I miss you and enjoyed my time. Did your tica mom like the chocolate?
Love,
Mom
My tica mom LOVED the chocolate. She was so thankful and loved meeting you. It was the perfect weekend!
Love Esti