So I have arrived (finally) at la casa de mi madre Tica. (Tico/a means someone who is Costa Rican.) So yes worrying family, I am safe :)
American airlines delayed my flight, surprise surprise. But I did meet a cool girl from Nevada coming to study in Costa Rica also. She isn't with my program but it was fun to have someone to talk to while we waited (and waited,and waited..) to.board the plane.
Funny story, more like awkward.
So I'm getting off the airplane and the guy in front of me is this real grizzly looking guy wearing way too big blue jeans with a suit jacket that looked like it came from 1965 and hes chatting up the flight attendant. Well hes holding everyone up so shes like move along sir and he starts walking AND HIS PANTS LITERALLY FELL DOWN TO THE GROUND. I was like this cant be real life, but nope, it was.
So obviously I try to avoid eye contact so he doesn't get embarrassed. Well we get off the plane and guess who is in line behind me for immigration? YUP. He starts telling all of us how hes a writer and has this this and this book out which is kinds cool but all I can think is "ive seen your underwear."
After all that, I easily found my bags and my program director. Another student was there to ride the van from the airport with me so that was good also. He is actually two doors down from me. my roommate was asleep when I got here so I haven't met her yet. But my madre Tica is so sweet and welcoming! I can tell I'm going to learn a lot from her.she says she will take me to church with her next week.