so i know i just wrote a blog like 2 days ago, but the last 2 days have been so funny that i just have to write about it. so we came back from puerto viejo yesterday at like 9 am. we get to the seminary, its totally full so the other interns and i just hang out in the main casa. i have plans to meet one of my best friends, the one allie klein, in downtown san jose in front of the teatro nacional at one. so i sit and read…until about 12 45 when i brave the costa rican bus system, all alone. so i walk the few blocks from the seminary to the bus stop and hang out there to wait for a bus that says san jose centro, that will take me to downtown san jose. so i wait. and i wait. and i wait. and i decide, ok clearly im doing something wrong. so i ask a young man on the street, which way is downtown. he points to the other side of the street and says i should wait there. exasperated, i cross the street. then i wait a bit longer. at this point, its 1:15. im late. i ask another man, which bus will take me to san jose centro? he points to the one right in front of me that says NOTHING about san jose centro, its sign says something different. i trust him, pay the driver my 200 colonnes and sit down. so im riding, kind of nervous as to where im going to end up. mind you, i have been to downtown san jose one time, with other people that knew the city. so i start to recognize things and realize, whoa i made it! so i get off and i start walking in the direction i think the teatro is. so then i ask a man and he points the other way. frustrated again, i walk the way i had come for about 5 blocks until i hit the main drag of the city, which i recognized. i recognize the teatro and i walk towards it, no sign of allie. i get a little closer, and i see her. i almost ran through the plaza, through all the people and the pidgeons. i walk up to her and we freak out and laugh for literally 5 minutes about how this could not possibly be real life, what are we doing in downtown san jose, costa rica. so funny. (allie is studying abroad with her school about 30 minutes away in a town call san joaquin…complete coincidence that we ended up in the same country, at the same time, so close). so then we walk back to the seminary, which is really not that far, only like 2 miles or so. we get there, we hang out, we catch up, laugh some more about how this could not be real life. then the ends and thats that.
oh yea. so i mentioned the seminary is full right? so me and rachel, one of the other interns, are currently sleeping in the professors office. yup. in their office. its a large room, where they all office, but were just on one end, near the kitchen area. its pretty funny. life of a traveling missionary i suppose. anyways, so today…oh today. we started today off by one of the professors coming into his office (normal) at 6:45am. i pretended to be asleep. i mean what was i supposed to do, say buenes dias!, im just in your office sleeping….so awkward! so then we had to wake up, i mean it was loud, breakfast was at 7. so we got up, went to eat, came back, he was still there…working at his desk. so i sat on my bed and read a book. so funny. today we went up to the land (the childrens home) and did some work with a team with some other missionaries who work with my boss. our boss, ray, told us we didnt really have to work, that we were more there for observation…what happened? we got put to work…digging a trench…that had to be 5 feet deep. yup…5 feet. so i dug a trench all morning. until lunch. then we went to vbs, to a place way up the mountain about 45 minutes. this drive is kind of treacherous, the roads are narrow and the drop offs a bit unprotected with a jungle abyss below. scary. so were rounding a corner and what do we see…a choco…a wreck, between a huge buss and a dump truck. they had both tried to round the corner together and got stuck together there at an angle. no one was hurt, the cars werent even hurt. it was just a trap. we in our car could get by, but the team on their bus couldnt…so we were stuck there…on the mountain…waiting for the cops to show up. in costa rica, you cant move a muscle until the polica show up. or youre in big trouble. so they couldnt even move out of the way. we couldnt go back down the mountain, bc we were already too far up and about 15 minutes from where we were going. so they decided to cargo the people in the two cars we had, the other missionary, will and one of the interns, the head intern, allie. they did this twice and brought the pastor with his van. we just left our bus and the driver down there until the cops came and the wreck cleared. so we get to vbs, its all fun and games, but still no sign of the bus…which means the wreck was still not clear. so finally, they give up on the bus and start the drop off pick up process again. this time, they take the pastors van and the two cars and take the whole time, mines us, the interns, will’s wife and sister and brother-in-law, whos team it is. we stay up there until about 6ish. stuck. cold. its raining. then they show up again. thank goodness, time to go back. we pile in allies car to leave. about 3/4 down the mountain, her brakes start to just kind of not work so well. so we pull over and let them cool off. then headed on our way. we got back to the seminary at about 7:15. tired. dirty. hungry. it was just a day. let me tell you. theres a saying here. a llorar y a reir. you can choose. to cry or to laugh. today, and most days, i choose to laugh. im livin the dream..however challenging it may be, however my will may be tested, i am living the dream. i choose to laugh.
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