On the way to San Jose

Jan. 12

A woman's luggage is on the way to San Jose... California. She is in San Jose... Costa Rica. That woman is not me. Thank God. Apparently that happens fairly frequently.

I made! And with all of my belongings! Not gonna lie. I was a little terrified. All alone. In a new country. With my rusty dusty Spanish. But I made it through customs (even had a nice little conversacion en espanol with the worker, who I'm pretty sure could sense my fear and was trying to make me feel better). I got exchange currency and got a taxi all by myself. Y en espanol! I know. I'm a

badass.

Anyway, now I'm in this gorgeous gorgeous hotel called the Hotel Don Carlos in San Jose waiting to meet my classmates. I hope they're awesome.

In the meantime I'm gonna to go try and wash 14 hours of travel off.

Pura Vida