After last night being very late for all, breakfast at 9am consisted of nearly no talking, everyone was still half asleep. While there had already been some cleaning up of the party done there was more to do, but Jorge and Guisella took care of that. Jose who had stayed up much later even than I had, had barely anything for breakfast before tucking himself back into bed. Oh, that was after taking a few panadol to ease the pain of his throbbing head... I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I watched the affects of a hangover.
A bit later Jorge and Guisella left to head into Heredia, leaving just me, the dogs, and a half living Jose. Obviously I watched some YouTube videos, they is no such thing as a data cap here, so I don't feel so bad, the internet could be a little faster though, and I continued reading 'The Last Lecture' by Randy Pausch. Part way through my quiet time alone, I got a phone call from Jose's friend Rodolfo asking me to get Jose up to talk to him. Although, at the time it was very difficult to understand, because as I now know, the reception inside the house is very very poor, making the conversation neigh on impossible. Also, while I was taking the call, Rebe and Naty walked through the gate from the grandparents house with a little plate of sweet treats just for me. I enjoyed the gingerbread biscuits and the other sweet thing which I can't remember the name of (it was like a conish pasty I think with fruit mince inside).
A little later, something I have been dreading my whole time here happened. I was alone (pretty much) when the phone rang... I answered and the conversation went a bit like this:
Me: Hello
Them: Jose?
Me: No, it's Richard
Them: Is Guisella there?
Me: No she isn't right now, sorry
Them: Alright
*End*
Phew, not too difficult.
At about 3pm Jose got up and went straight to the grandparents to see if his grandma would make some food for him. Meanwhile Jorge and Guisella returned from their travels and all of a sudden we were all heading to the grandparents house for afternoon tea.
We had more biscuits and cake and agua dulce (a sugar drink) with a lot of the family. The ones from Spain were there, and I found it interesting to hear how they pronounced things differently. One of the more noticeable words was 'Zoom' (We were talking about cameras) which was pronounced 'Thoom'.
Jose then told me that we were off told me that his friends dance show was that night at 8pm and we would be leaving within the hour. Just before we left Rodolfo arrived, he was coming with us.
Jose was having a problem with his proper phone, so he had to switch back to the one he used in New Zealand, it brought back a few memories.
We got dropped off in the centre of town and caught the bus into San Jose. On the bus this whole group of males came and sat all around us, and they were busy drinking alcohol and by the looks of it were already drunk. Suffice to say, that put me on the edge a bit.
We arrived in San Jose and walked to the theatre, we were an hour early so we walked into the centre of town to have something to eat. I was still very full from the afternoon tea only two hours prior, so it was only Jose having a meal at Pizza Hut.
We then returned to the theatre which was at the National Centre of Culture, and sat down to watch dance performances of The Nutcracker, Hairspray and Matilda. My favourite one was Hairspray just because it was the most lively, and I knew the songs more. One other interesting thing about the place was that it was the first place I had been to in Costa Rica that had carpet. I am missing carpet.
Once the show was over, we walked through some pretty dodgy parks (I thought they were dodgy anyway) and took the bus from the station back to Heredia before Jose and I walked from the bus stop to the house.
It was a late night but an enjoyable one.
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| Cool night shot outside the theatre complex |
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