Yesterday was my last day taking the Vargas Arayas bus to the ACM building. At school a Cuban band came and all my friends and I shook our hips one last time together in Costa Rica. Que fiesta! It was a great way to spend the last hours together and forget about the goodbyes that had to come.
Last night my host mother showed me three albums full of pictures of the past students she has hosted, 50 in total! Each student has a page with their picture and a note to the family, and now I make 51. Although it seems like the family could tire of having students in the house, they never do. As my host mother and I flipped through the pages of the book, she remembered a story about each student and I realized how special each experience is for her. It is going to be difficult to leave my tico family, they really have become my family here. But I know that someday I will return to Costa Rica and tell them about all my new experiences and how my time in Costa Rica opened up so many new opportunities and adventures for me; that is as long as the climate shock tomorrow doesn’t turn me into an icicle in Minnesnowta and prevent me from leaving my native land.
I loved your entry. I know it is sad for you. And, yes, there is SNOW coming as I write this!! Lots of it. We will have a white Christmas.