Winter in Mastatal

So I last posted in Puriscal. The rest of the day was spend walking around the small park, getting our few necessasidies at the supermarket, getting some more colones and eating some delicious pizza and before we knew it we were back on the bus. Actually time went pretty slow especially while we were waiting to board the bus and some old toothless tico was chatting away to us. That happens quite often with us, and the only thing i can ever understand is that we are muy bonita. haha. but luckily we got seats far away from him. So once again driving over the hills in an old school bus is always exciting. WE stopped once, and walked over a small landslide they were clearing out to board another bus, yet it was faced the wrong way. And as it backed around some intense cliffs we all feared for our lives, but soon enough it found a spot and turned around and took the next spot where we had to get off and once again climb up a steep muddy old rooad in the rain and back down the other side. Man were we excited to see the next bus, untill it started to drive away. Freaking out we yelled to the other volunteers that our bus had left bu luckily it was headed for a different location. Man would that have been a great end to the day. So finally we arrived back at our houses, where we were all exhaustedd and noone felt like going up to the next town for bingo night in the pouring rain. But that night my host sister was nice enough to make me a hot plate of rice and beans and potatoes and we chit chatted about my exciting day. Talking with my family is certainitly improving.
Sunday we went with dylan nicole and sarah to the river which reminded us of charlie and the chocalate factory with all the mud in it and than just hungout. Monday we started helping the volunteers in the morning doing random projects. One is a sort of mosiac countertop in sarah kitchen which is gunna lookawesome when it is all done, others include working on the green house or planting pineapple plants. Ok those of you who have never seen a pineapple plant, they do not come off of trees like i thought, they almost look like cabage patch kids, totally fasinating and im sure my hawaiian relatives are very disapointed in me for not knowing. COld showers feel amazing after a sweaty day of work, unless there is no water which has been happening quite often with all the rain. The rest of the day i spend studying spanish, reading, helping ARabella with the meals, which is usually limited to cutting up an onion or tomatoe, or frying the potatoes or bananas, which are delicious. AFter dinner the whole family sits and watches novellas or spanish soap operas which i am totally getting into. My host dad especially gets so into them, its hilarious and than the news comes on and i know its almost time for bed.
oh heres an exciting story... so one day i was in my room reading and i look over and there is a cockroach on my wall. oh my lanta. so i watch it crawl all around and finally end up on my floor. So with a shoe in each hand i am trying my hardest to work up the nerve to just get close enough to smash it. But the one time i try it like flies away and freaks me out. ahh so once again i am trying to work up the nerve to kill it when Arabella come to my rescue and takes off one her sandles and smashes and throws it out the window and just goes on to laugh and laugh about it. I guess it probaly was prety funny, but i will always be grateful to her for saving me. ALso i know i am making tons of mistakes in my writing, but paying for internet is not fun, so i try to do as much as possible, so please forgive me. Oh as for the title of this entry, i was not aware that october and november is winter here which means insane downpour and some pretty sweet thunder storms, but also mud everywhere. The mud gets all over and actually is a nice shade. ONe day after working i heard ari ask, is this a tan line or a mud line, sadly enough it was a mud line. So those are pretty much my days. we{ve already been here almost two weeks, crazy, but i am definetly getting into the groove of the tico way of life.