This my first official day of Spanish lessons and it went well, despite my having to get up at 5:00 am so I could leave the house before 6 am to catcht he buses to get me to class in time for 8 am...
My teacher´s name is Olma, she seems nice and is 27, so there is some understandign there. Actually, interestingly enoguh she is studyign for her Masters in what is equivelant to Linguistics, so we had a nice chat about the differences between that here and in Canada.
As for other students in my class...well...uh...there aren´t any. Which is both good and bad...it will mean that I can have a more tailored program and move at my speed, plus I get one on one treatment while still only paying the group rate. But it kinda sucks for meetign people. Lol...apparently more people in San Jose are taking English lessons rather than Spanish....funny that.
Later I went to MUSADE ...and got to sit in on Enid talking to another couple university students from Costa Rica, who hope to do their placements there. It was nice becasue I understood most of the conversation.
My landmarker for where i switch city buses. Interestingly enoguh it is the Ministry of Social Services...I laughed when I was told this, becasue the note I made in my book was to change at the building that looked like the Toronto Ministry fo Community and Social Services building.
The street with my first transfer point in San Jose.
Impressions:
- Directors of Social Service Organizations the world round are doomed to have chaotic offices.
- They say the only two things certain in life are death in taxes. I believe there are two things simuilar the world round. Teenagers and gass prices. Most Costa Ricans take the bus.
- Uhhh....ok....so I can officially say there is no such thing as a central bus station in either San Jose or San Ramon....ah shit.
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