as a good american, it is my duty to devote at least some of this blog to the joys of eating -- maria elena is an excellent cook; this morning i had huevas con gallo pinto and last night sopa con maize and pollo with senor AR who told me that san joaquin is too small to be called a ciudad. in fact, of costa rica´s districts it is the smallest and so instead of a ciudad, it´s a puebla. it´s surrounded on all sides by volcanoes, which are always in the background on my walks through the town. san joaquin is the perfect place for people who orient themselves around landmarks. for everyone else, it´s a little maze. i have not seen one street sign yet and so walk until i see something familiar, then figure out where to next. SJ is not big enough to get lost in, but small enough that all the locals know who you´re not and must think it amusing the second time you walk by, back tracking.
in class today we had quite a conversation about food. the girls i am studying with, all three from the bahamas, claimed to like very little save for snails. no avocadoes. snail salad. no fish. just snails and rice. after class students gathered in the cpi´s courtyard for a cooking lesson.
the bad news is i can tell i´m coming down with something. i´m in the phase of sickness where you know something´s coming, but don´t know quite how bad it will be. i´m taking it easy, trying to stretch out my legs so i can hook them in to the lotus position, and catching up on my sleep.
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