Day 14, Friday May 23, 2008

Friday May 23, 2008

For my “last” whole day in Costa Rica, my class was supposed to meet at the beach in Manuel Antonio and just chill at the beach all day, so I went down there at like 11 a.m., after trying to meet with Buddy to give him my papers we were supposed to write (two 3-page papers all in Spanish) and I tried to get my transcript. He looked like he was about to go get it for me, and he left really quickly without really saying anything. Half an hour later he still wasn’t there, mother fucker, and I looked around and didn’t see him and went outside and got on the computer. When I finally saw him again, he was in a meeting with some guy that had just shown up and he blew me off and didn’t tell me how to get my transcript, where to turn in my papers, or how to get my passport back. So I was pretty pissed off, but I wasn’t going to wait forever, since it looked like they did have pretty “urgent” business. Whatever. So I took off to the beach and met a few people down there and surfed the waves for awhile until I decided to eat before class started. Turns out class was supposed to be Jose showing us Costa Rican cuisine, woops. But whatever, it was fine I was still hungry. Allison and Kelly laughed at me for eating though when we were supposed to be eating for free when Jose showed up.
As people showed up, we decided to walk down the beach and check out the local scene that we had never taken the time to look at before, since we were either too busy partying or too busy swimming. There were a ton of shops all along the beach, a lot more than we realized, and at the end we found Grant and Seth eating barbeque, which looked fantastic and made me sad that I had already eaten. Kelly and Allison gave Seth shit for that too.
We headed back to the beach to look for Jose, since he was supposed to be arriving soon, but he wasn’t on the bus that came, so we decided to go into a restaurant and just eat without him and have a few drinks. I finally got a Mai Tai and one more Monkey Killer before leaving Costa.
Jose finally arrived and we ate some more and then our class and Alysha’s class headed out to the beach in search of the perfect spot that 20 people could chill for Alysha, Danielle, Erin, and my last day of class, though apparently Jose wasn’t aware that it was my last day. He was like “what the fuck do you mean ‘bye?’” Poor kid, he must be miserable teaching a class without awesome old me laughing at him about his Spurs.
The waves were gi-normous that night and Seth and Grant took the opportunity to get surf boards and join all the pros out in the ocean. I took the opportunity to get out there too, but without a board or anything. So did Andy.
After half an hour in the water I turned around and saw Andy start going under, or I think it was Andy. One of those bigger guys. Anyway, so one of the awesome surfer dudes (this guy surfed on one of those foam boogie board things and put everyone else to shame, he was definitely the best, I was more than impressed) swam out really quick and helped my fellow American back to shore. This is when I realized that rip-tide was a real deal, and I swam as hard as I could to get back to shore, I didn’t need help, I just had to sink for a few seconds every once in awhile to gain back some strength. It probably looked like I was drowning when I was doing that, but I was just resting. Finally we got back onto shore, I was exhausted from using every swimming technique I learned in my six years of swimming lessons, and plopped onto my towel next to the girls, just utterly exhausted.
But it was one hell of an adrenaline rush, so… being the idiot I am… as soon as I recovered from the strain of surviving, I shot right back out there, testing to see if I could be sucked back into the rip-tide. This time people from Texas State noticed how far deep I was, actually farther this time, woops, and it sounded like they were freaking out a bit when they saw me struggling to get back in and sinking to relax, and all that jazz, but I’m not really sure if they were talking about me, or their own business. Anyway, they definitely noticed I was out there and weren’t happy with me about it when I came in. But I made it easier, and then someone taught me how to get out of the rip tide, which I still don’t really understand, maybe because I lost interest when they tried explaining how. Seemed confusing.
Anyway, so then I was done with the swimming, and there was a drunk guy harassing everyone, so we were all pretty much done for the day in the water. We took a few pics, and then we called it a day. Alysha, Danielle, Erin and I all got off at the school to try to find out how to get all of our shit.
After we got our transcripts and that jazz, we all headed out in the pouring rain. All of us were soaked on our way back to our host families, I did the best I could to protect my backpack, but everything was still wet.
The rest of the day I spent packing stuff until the host mom told me that someone called and said something about my passport, but I couldn’t figure out anything more she was saying to me. The other guys couldn’t either. Though Ian did get translate that a girl named Michelle, who we thought was the girl we met the night before at the Discoteca, had my passport somehow. So I set off to find her.
I took off to school, which took a bit, and by the time I got there the school was already closed and the people living there were leaving. The Barbies and their idiot friend, I don’t care to remember his name. I’m still pissed. “Well, we have this taxi… we’ll be back later so you should come then.” “When is later?” “We don’t know, just try again later. Sorry we have to go.” And the fuckers took off without me. Amber, Laurie, Emily, and that guy. Fuck all of them. I still love how they just didn’t give a fuck. I’m not the only one who never really liked them, but that made me kind of hate them. Selfish bitches.
So I’m pissed off and walk back to the house through the pouring rain. O yeah, those bitches left me in the rain too. Fuck them. I won’t be happy to see them at the parties when I get back to San Marcos.
Alberto got home a few minutes after I did, and I was going to ask Ian to try and translate what the host mom was saying again, but then I saw Alberto and ran over and had him help. This all doesn’t sound like a long deal, but this all took place over an hour and a half of my panicking until I was able to have Alberto talk to her and translate that Michelle was actually one of the managers of the school, not the girl from the night before, and Alberto said he’d drive me over to her house a few hours later.
Turns out that Michelle is Allison and Kelly’s host mom. So us three talked while Alberto and Michelle talked. The girls didn’t realize that Alberto spoke English, so they were talking about how hot they thought he was and dirtier things that came to their mind. I won’t go into that either, but it was fucking hilarious when they found out he did speak English.
Anyway, so he dropped me off at the pizza place I like and I went and had a pizza for my last night and a beer. It was good still. Then I went back to the house and we watched movies the rest of the night until we went to sleep.