Hola de San Jose

Hola mis amigos. I had a safe and completely tolerable voyage from SFO to Dallas to San Jose, Costa Rica today and I'm not tired at all, just hungry. From San Fran to Dallas I sat between a soccer player and his coach. The player, whose name I did not catch was from Palo Alto and the Coach lives in San Francisco. The coach was adorable, Danny, though older than his name suggests, and super friendly. He kept cracking jokes and calling us sardines because we were so squished. He was brushing up on some usefull Portugese phrases for his trip to Brazil and came across "beautiful young girl" and couldnt resist throwing it my way I guess. I figured this was fine. I didn't flirt back. The guy on my left, a senior at Palo Alto High, finally struck up conversation way after things turned awkward. He was nice. We chatted about sports, travel and college before playing a game of cards- crazy eights, which I owned him at. We said goodbye at DFW and I hopped onto another plane finally for San Jose. That ride was an hour longer but I was totally occupied reading "The Golden Compass" and listening to my iPod.

Right now im sitting in a quiet computer room in my hotel with free internet access. I can see, wow, a KFC and 3 cantinas from where I'm sitting. Not exactly my kind of city, but it works. And the spanish is coming along. So far I've said "salud", "buena noche" and "gracias" a few times, but everyone else wants to speak english! I'm about to run out and get some comida with my dad who's waiting for me down the street. I'll try to hop on a computadora manana but if I can't make it, we plan to catch a bus after tooling around here for a while to head out to the coast. I miss all of you and wish you were here.

Much Love