Where The Streets Have No Name.... literally!

For being in CR for less than a week, things are going quite well. I'm getting excited about starting school (next Monday). What a change it's going to be! For example, my principal Mr. Large was telling us that he wants each class to take AT LEAST four field trips and have one service outreach project that we can integrate with our social studies and science thematic units. Science field trips in Costa Rica, is this for real!?

One thing that has been a huge adjustment and source of frustration is that there are no street names or numbers. Seriously. So instead, people use landmarks and meters in cardinal directions. My official house address is "600 meters east of Mundo del Pan, the house in front of Condominio Baru." The official address to the school is "200 meters west and 200 meters south of the National Bank in Escazu." I'm not great at directions in the first place. Add to that my trouble with cardinal direction, lack of knowledge of the local landmarks, and unfamiliarity with meters and you are beginning to see the magnitude of my problem.


It's about a 20 minute walk from my school to my house, so on Thursday I thought I would try to make it back on my own after school in-service. I had vaguely used my own landmarks to help (cross three streams, turn right at the beer sign, etc). The abridged version is that after walking a long time, asking for directions many times, two taxi rides, some tears and three hours later I never did make it home. I ended up back at school where right beside it the School Director was hosting a dinner for the new hires that night anyway. So she comforted me with a glass of wine. In Escazu centro I now know my cardinal direction and many of the local landmarks so hopefully that does not happen again!

My roommate, Nina, has already lived here for a year and has been a HUGE help. Even a life safer. Without her showing me it would probably take me several days to figure out basic things like how to heat up the water for the shower, how to open the bazillion locks on our gate and door, etc. And one thing that cannot be overemphasized is that she saved me a cell phone from someone she knew that moved back to the states. Seems like a simple thing. Not in CR. Apparently it's the only country in the world you cannot just go out and get one. You have to be a resident, then you have to pay around $500 to buy into the co-op, then you have to get on a waiting list to get a number. So, I have one now and it's ready to go so I'll be awaiting your calls! :)
Mi casita
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Dining room