I've been in San José now for going on seven weeks, and living in this house for five. (You may recall that I had to move to a new house two weeks into my stay because of an incident involving my Tico brother, his boxer shorts and him being what we like to call "borracho," or drunk.) But, now that I have unlimited wireless internet access and a camera (thanks again, Harv,) I feel it's time to let you see for yourself what my life in Costa Rica is like.
Below you will see a view of the "calle" or street that I live on.
In Costa Rica, home security is a very big deal. Homes and yards are fully enclosed in gates that reach far above head high, and in most neighborhoods you will find barbed wire lining the top. I'm quite certain that the actual crime rate does not correlate with the extensive precautionary measures taken, but such is life in Costa Rica. Pictured below is a view of my house from outside the gate.
And behind these beautiful bars, you will see...
Mi casa.
Esto es mi cuarto.
The only place that I actually get alone time, and the place from where I do most of my communicating with my connections outside of Costa Rica.
La Sala Formal
La Cocina
(From where I have acquired a significant portion of my Spanish skills.)
El Comedor
La sala informal
(Do notice our back yard and my red pajama pants hanging on the line.)
El tele está in este cuarto.
I have spent all of two minutes in this room.
I don't like television in the states, so I really can't handle poorly filmed Latin American soap operas in Spanish. (Yes, we have ABC for Grey's, but it coincides with my pilates class at the gym. And no Renee, there is no N.C.I.S. here. Plus, I would only watch Gibbs with you.)
So, this is where I live. More information on my Tica family, friends, and daily routines to come.
1 comment:
no dirt floors????? i'm impressed
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