<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:51:12.981-05:00</updated><category term='finalist'/><title type='text'>Los Viajes de La Profe.</title><subtitle type='html'>La vida de una profe. aventurera</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-2090381808398442888</id><published>2010-08-01T19:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:52:19.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vuelvo al mundo real</title><content type='html'>Back in the states after 5 incredible weeks. I really learned a lot in Costa Rica...about ticos, Spanish, myself. And although I complained about things sometimes, I am really going to miss it there. I've only been home for about 21 hours, and I am already going through rice and beans withdrawl!!! I've been scouring the net looking for comida tica to bring me back to the vida tica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures that we took on our last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYVeNhzJBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-zYowCFiLdQ/s1600/IMG_8260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYVeNhzJBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-zYowCFiLdQ/s320/IMG_8260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500607603651322898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave Mami the night off and took her out to dinner. She picked a place called Pizza a la Lena. It had yummy pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYVemJf2hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/T4lM40jBSpU/s1600/IMG_8261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYVemJf2hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/T4lM40jBSpU/s320/IMG_8261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500607610260281874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth, Alan, Mami, and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYVe7fe8WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ui7nGhIiV2c/s1600/IMG_8263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYVe7fe8WI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ui7nGhIiV2c/s320/IMG_8263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500607615989641570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYWLOdxbdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aZDiM4EANVw/s1600/IMG_8265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYWLOdxbdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/aZDiM4EANVw/s320/IMG_8265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500608376996982226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and me. Kenneth decided to put on the coat to be funny. He was in his bummy clothes, and Alan put on the hat so that he wouldn't have to brush his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYWKsogDxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hVOys0tU4-k/s1600/IMG_8264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYWKsogDxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/hVOys0tU4-k/s320/IMG_8264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500608367915175698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-2090381808398442888?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2090381808398442888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/08/vuelvo-al-mundo-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/2090381808398442888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/2090381808398442888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/08/vuelvo-al-mundo-real.html' title='Vuelvo al mundo real'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFYVeNhzJBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-zYowCFiLdQ/s72-c/IMG_8260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-6208031124407416937</id><published>2010-07-30T10:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:02:24.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cahuita</title><content type='html'>School ended on Tuesday, so on Wednesday my friends (Kelli and Emily) and I hopped on a 6:00 a.m. bus to Cahuita. The tiny town is on the Caribbean Coast and is a 3.5-4hour bus ride. We basically hung out at the beaches all day and eventually left as lobsters. Seriously. The town is in the province of Limon, which is where you will find a lot of Jamaican-blood ticos. The place is all about reggae and Rastafarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFL2pZRK04I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Uoa56fGEQpc/s1600/street+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFL2pZRK04I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Uoa56fGEQpc/s320/street+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499729285990765442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was so nice and warm, and the waves were huge. The three of us just sat in the water and let the waves carry us away. One concerned surfer asked us (in English) , “Do you know how to swim?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was ok, but I am not a huge fan of cooking with coconut. I did have some yummy food at the last restaurant that we ate at. It literally was right on the ocean. So beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;View &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFL2oUxZi8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jM6tvJVlY08/s1600/view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFL2oUxZi8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jM6tvJVlY08/s320/view.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499729267603901378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we rented bikes and rode all over Cahuita. It was so much fun! I felt like the witch in the Wizard of Oz because the bikes had baskets. I seriously want a bike like that! The bad news is that I lost the key to the bike lock, so I had to pay to replace it. Boo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFL2o9RertI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9_Vo5TiYuyo/s1600/bikes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFL2o9RertI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9_Vo5TiYuyo/s320/bikes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499729278475874002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamon Chino (delicious fruit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFL2pLEfdZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jRR1nstF2RI/s1600/fruit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFL2pLEfdZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jRR1nstF2RI/s320/fruit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499729282179495314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-6208031124407416937?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6208031124407416937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/cahuita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6208031124407416937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6208031124407416937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/cahuita.html' title='Cahuita'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TFL2pZRK04I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Uoa56fGEQpc/s72-c/street+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-5720588067149798967</id><published>2010-07-26T20:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:03:06.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monteverde aka Estoy en el cielo</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, I went to Monteverde with some friends. The name means Green Mountain. It's a 4-5 hour bus ride from San Jose, even though it's only a 140 mile journey. Why so long, you ask? Well, because there is not straight shot. No 4-lane highway. Instead, there's uphill and downhill on semi-paved or not-at-all-paved roads. There was a highway for the last hour or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in a really cute place called Monteverde Country Lodge. It reminded me of being at a summer camp because there was wood everywhere. The first night, there were only four other people besides Katie, Becky, and me. We literally had to walk uphill about 20 minutes to get to the hotel from the center of town. I would have been annoyed if (a) it wasn't so beautiful, and (b) it wasn't great exercise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49coBacHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Fw3iS67pgPU/s1600/hotel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49coBacHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Fw3iS67pgPU/s320/hotel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498399757054931058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first full day, we went ziplining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survivors (Me, Becky, Katie) Seriously, why do I have a cabezon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49dWerkKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ug9J7PSJiJY/s1600/chicas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49dWerkKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ug9J7PSJiJY/s320/chicas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498399769525719202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't your ordinary zipline. Not at all. It included the tradional lines, but then had a vertical repel down and a Tarzan swing. I was lucky enough to be the first to go on that one, so I had no idea what to expect. You're alone on a platform accept for the worker that pushes you off. Seriously. For the first few seconds, the rope is slack so it feels like you are going to plummet to your death. I screamed like a baby. Then I laughed. The last zip line was done superman style. What is that, you ask...instead of being harnassed by the chest, you're harnessed by the back and your legs are hosted up, making you completely horizontal. The line is 1km long, takes 40 seconds, and goes over a deep, green valley. It was awesome. Plus, I have it on video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan Platform. Pushed from here, flew down passed lower platform into the open air. They stopped us by catching us in front of the stomach with a rubber padding thing. It hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49ecvALBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8UmrcIci350/s1600/platform.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49ecvALBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8UmrcIci350/s320/platform.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498399788384660498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to a butterfly farm, where our guide was a 15 year old tica who knew her insects like no other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Beetle that's noctural and blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49dCg7YlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ASKsvZIMmqA/s1600/beetle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49dCg7YlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ASKsvZIMmqA/s320/beetle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498399764166435410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning that we left, my compañeras slept in while I went on a solo tour of the cloud forest. Amazing. I walked on hanging bridges over the forest. It felt like I was in a movie or something. It was really peaceful. Generally, I am a social person who avoids doing things without company, but I am glad that I did this on my own. I had time to reflect and take in all the nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called a cloud forest? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49dzzmTII/AAAAAAAAAJA/OqMA7n8EQqk/s1600/cloud+forest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49dzzmTII/AAAAAAAAAJA/OqMA7n8EQqk/s320/cloud+forest.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498399777398082690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-5720588067149798967?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5720588067149798967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/monteverde-aka-estoy-en-el-cielo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/5720588067149798967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/5720588067149798967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/monteverde-aka-estoy-en-el-cielo.html' title='Monteverde aka Estoy en el cielo'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE49coBacHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Fw3iS67pgPU/s72-c/hotel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-954181500889733501</id><published>2010-07-26T20:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T20:40:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Negrita</title><content type='html'>Costa Rica's patron saint is La Negrita (little black one). It's actual a representation of the Virgin Mary. 375 years ago this year, an indigenous girl found a black stone that looked like a doll, so she brought it home and put it in a box. The next morning it was missing. She went back to the spot where she first encountered it, and it was there again. She brought it home...and the same thing happened, so she took it to the priest. I don't know all of the details, but the ticans proclamed it a miracle and wanted to build a cathedral where La Negrita was found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original church. It was never finished because earthquakes kept hitting the area and the ground couldn't support the weight. Now it's a park-like place. There are gates around it, which aren't always opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE44D3bLPiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1MzyjR0Y4ik/s1600/viejo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE44D3bLPiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1MzyjR0Y4ik/s320/viejo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498393834134650402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, there's a Romeria (pilgramage) to Cartago, where La Negrita was found. People walk from all over the country to show their devotion. This cathedral is fairly new. If I am not mistaken, it was built last century. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE44EKxgVII/AAAAAAAAAIY/y8DAUVCtiSo/s1600/catedral.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE44EKxgVII/AAAAAAAAAIY/y8DAUVCtiSo/s320/catedral.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498393839328580738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cathedral, there are tons of glass cases like this one, containing representations of body parts like arms, legs, hearts, and heads, or babies, beds, and other things. Each represents a prayer sent to La Negrita. Literally, I was overwhelmed by the devotion! There are also trophies, degrees, etc. that people send to La Negrita in appreciation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE44Eg7ZZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/FaSeseakNB4/s1600/IMG_7993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE44Eg7ZZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIg/FaSeseakNB4/s320/IMG_7993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498393845275649986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-954181500889733501?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/954181500889733501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-negrita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/954181500889733501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/954181500889733501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-negrita.html' title='La Negrita'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TE44D3bLPiI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1MzyjR0Y4ik/s72-c/viejo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-6094687673520958477</id><published>2010-07-22T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T21:07:36.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya casi es la hora...</title><content type='html'>I only have 9 days left in Costa Rica. Of those days, I only have two days of class. The remaining classes should be pretty easy. In my composition class, we have the test on Monday. If we finish, we don't have to come on Tuesday :) The test is an essay. Based on the corrections of my first essay in that class, I am feeling a bit nervous about it. What I noticed, however, in the subsequent essays that I have written is that a lot of the corrections seem to be a style-based correction, not a grammar one (side note: on the second one I scored a 97). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my culture class, Monday I give a presentation and turn in a paper on Costa Rica fashion. I know. Seems weird for me to choose that theme, but we had to pick something cultural and I thought that it would be easy. It wasn't. But, I think that my project is pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is a long one (one class tomorrow), so I am leaving at 6:30 a.m. for Monteverde. Hopefully, there won't be a disasterous wake-up like the last time I had to leave at 6..Mama Tica is going to be up at 530 and she told me that she'll make sure that I'm up :) Monteverde is a cloud forest. I can't wait. Wendy went there last weekend and said that it was beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking into going to Arenal next week Wednesday-Thursday. It's a 5 hour ride, but it's the 3rd most perfect cone-shaped volcano and it erupts almost daily. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-6094687673520958477?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6094687673520958477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/ya-casi-es-la-hora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6094687673520958477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6094687673520958477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/ya-casi-es-la-hora.html' title='Ya casi es la hora...'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-3156102465920809650</id><published>2010-07-20T22:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:08:52.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manuel Antonio-Parte 2</title><content type='html'>After the park, we headed to the beach. From the restaurant, we saw these guys using horses as ladders to get coconuts. Then, they used leaves as cups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZwtbvbTlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-A8zjsM4Jnc/s1600/coco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZwtbvbTlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-A8zjsM4Jnc/s320/coco.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496204321095372370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beach, we witnessed a robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZxqCtIguI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dMP__YK86gc/s1600/thief.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZxqCtIguI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dMP__YK86gc/s320/thief.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496205362346885858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happily identified the suspect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZwumhkeDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ms08Y56z15g/s1600/monkey+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZwumhkeDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ms08Y56z15g/s320/monkey+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496204341169911858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the boats that used to take people to the entrance of the park, but are actually not used anymore. The entrance and the exit have swapped positions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZws3c7wYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5DlOogMWyys/s1600/boat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZws3c7wYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5DlOogMWyys/s320/boat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496204311354130818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are having fun on the beach. The water was really warm. Steve likened it to bath water. Other than the nasty cut I got on my knee from some coral, it was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZwuBuhv5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5CmiHkywtnA/s1600/steve+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZwuBuhv5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/5CmiHkywtnA/s320/steve+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496204331292147602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZxqkHSnMI/AAAAAAAAAII/a6O6Gqt8x-I/s1600/monkey+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZxqkHSnMI/AAAAAAAAAII/a6O6Gqt8x-I/s320/monkey+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496205371314969794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we just lounged around at the hotel, went to the beach for lunch, and then went to the airport. NIGHTMARE. To make a long story short (too late?):&lt;br /&gt;Hombre: The airplane is having a mechanical problem. The pilots are going to do a test. &lt;br /&gt;(five minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Hombre: Test failed. We're going to take you to San Jose via van. (Cue Steph crying because we were supposed to eat dinner with my tica family)&lt;br /&gt;(10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Hombre: They are sending us a plane! Should be here soon. (Cue Steph rejoycing)&lt;br /&gt;(35 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;Hombre: The plane can't leave San Jose because of weather. We're going by van. (Cue anger)&lt;br /&gt;(10 minutes)  &lt;br /&gt;Van arrives. We make it in two hours. Should have taken about three. My life passed before my eyes. We were able to make it (really late) to my tica family's house for dinner. Laughter was shared. Food was eaten. All was right in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-3156102465920809650?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3156102465920809650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/manuel-antonio-parte-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/3156102465920809650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/3156102465920809650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/manuel-antonio-parte-2.html' title='Manuel Antonio-Parte 2'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZwtbvbTlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-A8zjsM4Jnc/s72-c/coco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-3264138869194731149</id><published>2010-07-20T22:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:50:53.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manuel Antonio-Parte I</title><content type='html'>Steve surprised me with our awesome hotel for our second anniversary. Because it is low season, he was able to get a really good deal. The hotel offered us transportation to the beach and national park whenever we wanted. Their golf carts brought us up the big hill. We had a private balcony overlooking the wildlife reserve. Breakfast was included. The bartender at the pool gave us fresh fruit on a stick whenever we passed him. The pool was three levels. Needless to say, it was awesome. Oh. Aforementioned bartender was convinced that Steve was Tobey Maguire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from balcony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZuD-fVDRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xP6E-yHYdxw/s1600/View.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZuD-fVDRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xP6E-yHYdxw/s320/View.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496201409845333266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we went to the National Park. I highly suggest going with a guide, because there is no way a gringo like me (or you) could spot these animals. Seriously, Jesua (our guide) saw insects on branches. No lie. He had a scope that we could look through and we saw the cutest things. Sloths eating. A crocodile completely submurged besides an eyeball. And best of all, lots of monkeys. Lots and lots. They were so cute, I couldn't handle it. We saw them steal someone's food, only to throw down the bag in frustration when he couldn't get it open. The walk though the park took us about 3 hours. It was really awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZuFOVPbqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vZETgKJMS1s/s1600/sloth+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZuFOVPbqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vZETgKJMS1s/s320/sloth+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496201431277858466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you spot the sloth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZuE5jhBqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/j64djWx-9Ao/s1600/sloth+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZuE5jhBqI/AAAAAAAAAHI/j64djWx-9Ao/s320/sloth+(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496201425700587170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZuEfXuKII/AAAAAAAAAHA/BTBv9DMXNbY/s1600/IMG_7930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZuEfXuKII/AAAAAAAAAHA/BTBv9DMXNbY/s320/IMG_7930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496201418671794306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-3264138869194731149?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3264138869194731149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/manuel-antonio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/3264138869194731149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/3264138869194731149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/manuel-antonio.html' title='Manuel Antonio-Parte I'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEZuD-fVDRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xP6E-yHYdxw/s72-c/View.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-2881340873580921628</id><published>2010-07-19T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:45:39.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos a la playa</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, my husband (Steve) flew into San Jose to spend a long weekend with me in celebration of our second anniversary. He flew in on Thursday and almost missed his connection flight because his plane in Chicago left really late. He ran through the Miami airport to make his connection...only to be delayed again. Gotta love those airports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was waiting for him at the Santamaria Airport, I saw a bunch of reporters. I was hoping that they were waiting for Juanes or Daniel Radcliff, but instead it was a football team called La Liga(I verified this with one of my tico brothers). I took a picture just for giggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbSWe8B6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/AJskTX02XSY/s1600/football.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbSWe8B6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/AJskTX02XSY/s320/football.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495828922362496930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I spent the night in the Marriott near the hotel because we were flying to the beach. Yes, we flew instead of taking a bus. He was only here for a few days, so I didn't want to waste three hours on a bus. My taxista, Johnny, told me that Bill Clinton stayed at the Marriott. The next morning, we flew on a regional airline to Manuel Antonio. Seriously, the flight was 15 minutes of air. No joke. The ticos don't take the airline, it's basically all tourists. One of my tico brothers told me before I left, "It was nice knowing you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from plane. It seats about 12 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbRcVGyPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/spdlgQR8Ngw/s1600/view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbRcVGyPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/spdlgQR8Ngw/s320/view.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495828906752002290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane at the Quepos "airport" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbShS6y1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/xXHUv8aX1nw/s1600/plane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbShS6y1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/xXHUv8aX1nw/s320/plane.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495828925264874322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel van picked us up. We stayed at the Gaia Resort. Seriously. Was. Awesome. Our room wasn't ready yet, so the van took us down to the beach for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbTGC49SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1EcCnhzr8pg/s1600/playa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbTGC49SI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1EcCnhzr8pg/s320/playa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495828935129756962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calle with venders all selling the same stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbR0IpD0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/6EBaYiEM4kc/s1600/calle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbR0IpD0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/6EBaYiEM4kc/s320/calle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495828913142173506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...it's late. I'm tired. And my internet is slow today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-2881340873580921628?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2881340873580921628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/vamos-la-playa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/2881340873580921628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/2881340873580921628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/vamos-la-playa.html' title='Vamos a la playa'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TEUbSWe8B6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/AJskTX02XSY/s72-c/football.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-6538824287931779099</id><published>2010-07-15T15:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:22:22.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was in the tropics...</title><content type='html'>Word to the wise. When going to Costa Rica in the summer (their winter), make sure to pack plenty of warm clothes. I made the mistake of thinking, "Oh, it will be hot there." It is hot...for about 2 hours then it rains and gets chilly. My iPhone's weather bug mislead me to pack the wrong things. You see, it said that I would be in a place of 80 every day. Liar. Currently, it's 70. At night, it gets colder. Since I'm used to the cold of Illinois, I am generally ok, except for my feet. I only brought one pair of non-sandals (my gym shoes), so my toes might soon fall off. I think that it's hilarious that I am in the tropics, but it's hotter in Illinois. &lt;sigh&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Steve is coming today! He almost missed his connection in Miami, but he ran to the gate and made it on time (only to have to wait for a maintenance issue). We're spending the weekend in Manuel Antonio on the Pacific coast. Fingers crossed for warm weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-6538824287931779099?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6538824287931779099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-thought-i-was-in-tropics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6538824287931779099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6538824287931779099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-thought-i-was-in-tropics.html' title='I thought I was in the tropics...'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-821308550657416198</id><published>2010-07-13T20:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:48:09.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;¿Estudió Ud. en España?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Practically every tico that I’ve met has commented on my accent. Apparently, it’s obvious that I studied in Spain. Here, they speak pretty smooth (more or less). I however, do the Spanish I’ve-got-phlegm-in-my-throat-when-I-make-a-j-or-g-sound pronunciation. Luckily, I don’t have the Spanish lisp (there are plenty of those among my fellow students).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cocinera fabulosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely lucky because my mama tica is an AMAZING cook. Although rice and beans make an appearance at every lunch and dinner (and sometimes breakfast), she manages to make the rest of the meal a feast. We eat a lot of chicken because Wendy is a semi-vegetarian and mama tica doesn’t want her to go hungry. In addition to the main course, we have rice, beans, some sort of salad, another salad, and sometimes bread. Today, we ate stuff shells that had cheese and egg. Yummy! &lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while, she serves up something…interesting. For instance, yesterday at dinner we had “apple cinnamon milk.” It tasted rather like oatmeal, and when I looked at the package I realized that it was, indeed, oatmeal. Instead of cooking it a la americana, she dumped some of it into a pitcher of milk. It was ok, but very bizarre. We’ve also eaten some weird breakfasts. We always have a plate of apple, pineapple, and banana (which, by the way, they call banano). Then we have either eggs and toast or toast with some topping. The toppings have included: black bean puree (actually quite tasty), cheese (Wendy’s and my fav), ham, turkey, chicken, and avocado (by far the most interesting). &lt;br /&gt;She also makes 99% of her juice by hand. Literally. I’ve seen her squeeze about 10 lemons to make lemonade. I’ve had lots of exotic fruit drinks here, many of which I have no idea of the name. I know cas is one and the other is tarmandino (or something of the sort). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Profe. fabulosa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had a bit of a panic attack after receiving my score on the first composition. Because I am a nosey Rosey, I saw what my neighbor’s grade was, and it was significantly higher. I was in a funk for the rest of the day, and eventually I wrote the profe (Ale) saying that I was frustrated. She responded with a really long email telling me that because I wrote more and had more elaborate sentences, I had more room for errors. She agreed to pre-read my second composition and go over the corrections with me.  Then she signed it “A hug, Ale.” Today in class, while everyone was working on a review sheet for our test tomorrow (my first test since 2004!), we went in the hall and she helped me out. She reassured me that I am very capable and that I have a big vocabulary, but I need to watch my prepositions. Seriously, prepositions are so hard to learn in a foreign language because the English equivalent isn’t necessarily used the same way. They don’t really teach prepositions in school, so you have to learn by osmosis. Not. Fun. Nor. Easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-821308550657416198?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/821308550657416198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/821308550657416198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/821308550657416198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts...'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-7540174581875171142</id><published>2010-07-11T14:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:08:56.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isla Tortuga</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we went on an excursion to Isla Tortuga in the Pacific Ocean. We were leaving at 6:20, so I had to be at school at 6:10. I had set my alarm for 5:25 and the taxi driver was arriving at 5:45. Well, I had my earplugs in, so I woke up at 5:51. That’s right, my alarm was going off for nearly 30 minutes and I had no clue. I ran like a banchi outside to tell the taxista that I would be right there, hurried inside, brushed my teeth, and changed. Thank goodness that I am an organized person and had packed my beach bag the night before. Seriously. I am never late! I never sleep until the alarm either. The worst part was that I told someone that I would pick them up in the taxi. Of course, she ended up taking her own taxi because I suck. But, I did get to the bus on time. &lt;br /&gt;The first part of the journey was about 45 minutes to the restaurant. The food was so delicious! That’s not really a surprise since everything here is yummy (minus the Mexican restaurant). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDohx06iocI/AAAAAAAAAEw/X9fq0vB6i-c/s1600/1-desayuno.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDohx06iocI/AAAAAAAAAEw/X9fq0vB6i-c/s320/1-desayuno.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492739835433230786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some souvenirs for some lucky people and then we headed back on the bus for another 45 minutes or so. Once we got to Calypso Cruises, we hopped on a catamaran and headed to Tortuga. We got to the island, which is really isolated, about an hour later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDohzVOe4BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/znOEBrGQclw/s1600/19-bote.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDohzVOe4BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/znOEBrGQclw/s320/19-bote.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492739861286674450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDoi6_ui1yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ra0GhkJ0zJ0/s1600/33-bote.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDoi6_ui1yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ra0GhkJ0zJ0/s320/33-bote.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492741092466153250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDohyUXDSEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zOw036o_Y10/s1600/14-yo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDohyUXDSEI/AAAAAAAAAE4/zOw036o_Y10/s320/14-yo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492739843874310210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that Becky (the previously mentioned friend who I abandoned) and I did was go snorkeling. Two little boats took about 40 of us out about 5 minutes off shore. I’d give distance, but I am horrible at that…There wasn’t a ton to see, but there were some pretty fish. After about 30 minutes of that, we returned to shore for lunch. I thought that breakfast was good, but that had nothing on lunch. I even liked the ceviche. That’s right, family, I ate raw fish and it was delicious! Then there was peanut chicken. Mmmm…&lt;br /&gt;Ceviche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDoi5t_HkZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/s5yhOZpdoxw/s1600/26-ceviche.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDoi5t_HkZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/s5yhOZpdoxw/s320/26-ceviche.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492741070523961746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Becky and I lounged around on the beach. It was so nice outside and relaxing. I always say that I hate relaxing because I am not any good at it, but whenever I am on a beach like Tortuga (e.g. Kauai), I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDoi6LCDk7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/5e5gqM4pytI/s1600/23-playa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDoi6LCDk7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/5e5gqM4pytI/s320/23-playa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492741078320911282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDoi5M4WrUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cntUSVoUdag/s1600/11F-vista.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDoi5M4WrUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cntUSVoUdag/s320/11F-vista.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492741061637221698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we went on the banana boat. It’s basically a long yellow banana that seven passengers ride on and hope not to fall off while the boat tugging it drives. At first, I was white knuckling it for fear of falling off, but then figured, “why not enjoy yourself?” The captain of the boat made sure that all of us fell off. It was really fun (except the mouth of salt water). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time it was about time to go, but we had a little visitor. A wild boar came down to say hello. The workers told us that there’s a pack of them, and that this little chica comes down for the free food and some loving. I know that she looks dead in the picture, but she was alive and kicking. Literally. You she was like a dog when you petted her stomach. &lt;br /&gt;On the catamaran back to the dock, it started raining (shocker). There’s not a whole lot of coverage on the boat, so lots of people got soaked. I managed to stay fairly dry. Once on land, we headed back to the buses for San José. The journey was about an hour and 45 minutes.  It was a bit scary since it was dark and Costa Rican expressways are (a) often on the precipice of a cliff, (b) don’t have lights, and (c) are filled with crazy drivers. &lt;br /&gt;All in all it was an awesome day worth every penny. Of course, I came home a bit burnt since that’s how I roll. I did put on sunscreen; obviously I should have reapplied it. Oh well. Today was really the epitome of Pura Vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-7540174581875171142?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7540174581875171142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/isla-tortuga.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/7540174581875171142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/7540174581875171142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/isla-tortuga.html' title='Isla Tortuga'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDohx06iocI/AAAAAAAAAEw/X9fq0vB6i-c/s72-c/1-desayuno.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-2720987921694287204</id><published>2010-07-09T18:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:57:58.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, hills, Mexican, and movies</title><content type='html'>Today and yesterday were good weather days. It wasn’t raining, so I was able to walk to and from school both days. It’s about a 35-40 minute walk with plenty of hills, so it’s really good exercise. Yesterday, I decided to go for a run for the first time since getting here. I was a bit apprehensive since the roads are horrible (both in lack of sidewalks and crazy drivers), but I really had the urge to hit the pavement. I ran about 1.5 miles to the University of Costa Rica sports complex, ran around there (about another mile) and ran home. I just about made it home when it started to drizzle. No kidding, as soon as I got into the garage it started to pour. The run was challenging because of the roads, the air climate (not polluted, but thinness), and the hills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school we went to a Mexican restaurant near school (not my idea). I had a chicken quesadilla, but instead of shredded chicken, it was chunks. Not the best. After that, I met up with my friend Katie and her roommate to go see a tican movie called “A Ojos Cerrados.” It was a short movie, only about an hour, but really moving. It’s the story of an old man who lives with his wife and granddaughter until his wife dies suddenly. The title (Closed Eyes) refers to the man having his eyes closed almost all the time after his wife dies. It was unique because there wasn’t a ton of dialogue, but there was so much emotion in the facial expressions and the music. I highly recommend it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theater itself was so cold! Literally, my toes were frozen! Good thing I had a long sleeved shirt in my purse! Maybe it seemed colder since it had air conditioning and no other place here does. The good news is that the seats were so comfortable. They were plush, rocked back, and had TONS of leg room. The best part, however, was the cost. It was 1500 colones to see the movie, which is about $2.50. Not bad for a first-run movie in a comfortable chair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-2720987921694287204?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2720987921694287204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain-hills-mexican-and-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/2720987921694287204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/2720987921694287204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/rain-hills-mexican-and-movies.html' title='Rain, hills, Mexican, and movies'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-8951059971892683158</id><published>2010-07-07T18:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T18:48:32.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El Teatro Nacional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUQ6Ts1mBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1ovvKBCp7fc/s1600/exterior.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUQ6Ts1mBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1ovvKBCp7fc/s320/exterior.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491313914554980370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went on an excursion to el Teatro Nacional. Everyone says that it’s the prettiest building in the country. It was built in the 1800s and has Italian marble throughout it. The coolest thing, in my opinion, was the floor of the theatre itself. The floor was built so that it could be raised up to make a dance floor. To do so, 12 men turn a massive wheel underground. The fastest time was two hours. &lt;br /&gt;Interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUQ60q5ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/25544ETNn_M/s1600/interior.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUQ60q5ivI/AAAAAAAAAEY/25544ETNn_M/s320/interior.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491313923405220594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few cool things:&lt;br /&gt;1. The president’s balcony is basically open for all to see. There isn’t a big security set up, or walls dividing her (the president is a woman!) spot from the public. The guide told us that it’s common in San José to see the president. She’s run in to previous presidents on tours, in the pharmacy, and on the street. I think I’d pass out if Obama was in front of me at Walgreens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There are smoking rooms (not in use anymore) for men and women. There were no windows in these rooms…nice. The women’s room had some pictures, while the men’s had a naked woman statue with no head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are beautiful paintings on the ceilings. The one in the main foyer used to be on a Costa Rican bill. There are some errors in the painting, however, because the artist never set foot in Costa Rica. Therefore, the bananas are upside down, the oxen's braces are in the wrong spot, and the women look European and not Tican :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUR2zBm8RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qF_oj5cUCNs/s1600/techo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUR2zBm8RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qF_oj5cUCNs/s320/techo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491314953755750674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the teatro, we had some free time, so I went to the cathedral down a block away. Not really my tastes. It’s really modern on the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUQ5aUW2wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uAk2Fi6B1H8/s1600/catedral.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUQ5aUW2wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uAk2Fi6B1H8/s320/catedral.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491313899151481602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, like the statue of John Paul II. It was round, like a Botero statue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUQ5__4xNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HV0HmD0gn5s/s1600/el+papa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUQ5__4xNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HV0HmD0gn5s/s320/el+papa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491313909266171090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the five minutes it took me to go through the teatro it started to downpour, so I went with some friends to a café for some hot chocolate. You might be surprised to find out (as I surely was), that it’s actually colder here in San José than it is in Illinois right now. In the mornings it’s about 80, but once the rain hits, it drops down to the 60s. Should have packed more appropriately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-8951059971892683158?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8951059971892683158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-teatro-nacional.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/8951059971892683158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/8951059971892683158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-teatro-nacional.html' title='El Teatro Nacional'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDUQ6Ts1mBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1ovvKBCp7fc/s72-c/exterior.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-8703759043418351881</id><published>2010-07-05T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:20:47.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clases de baile</title><content type='html'>Today, I took a Latin dance class. It was the first of four. Seriously, it was so cheap. $20...total. $5/class! Can't beat that. We were in a little room in some old building on the outskirts of school. There was ONE fan, no air, and you couldn't open the windows. We were packed in like sardines, about 30 of us. The instructor taught us for an hour. We covered the basic dances (salsa, merengue, etc). Some people have no rhythm, especially the men (mind you, there were about 4 guys). We all sweated our butts off, but it was so fun! Next week we have two classes, and the woman said that they would get harder with time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, today it didn't rain!!! I couldn't believe it. It looked like it was going to, but nope. We managed to walk to school (which is normal) and home (un milagro!). In total about 2 hours of working out today: 30 minutes walking, 60 minutes dancing, 30 minutes walking. (Bonus, the walk is HILLY!!!) Not bad. Not bad at all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-8703759043418351881?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8703759043418351881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/clases-de-baile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/8703759043418351881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/8703759043418351881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/clases-de-baile.html' title='Clases de baile'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-5177989075940814861</id><published>2010-07-03T19:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:09:11.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poas y La Paz</title><content type='html'>Today was beyond amazing. First, we went to Volcán Poas, which is about an hour away from San José. To get there, we had to walk up some paths until we got the volcano, which is really a geyser. The last time that it was active was in the 1950s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_cTD_6C3I/AAAAAAAAADo/GWW_AFsEeAk/s1600/Poas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_cTD_6C3I/AAAAAAAAADo/GWW_AFsEeAk/s320/Poas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489848690836900722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to La Paz Waterfall Gardens. It was scary getting there, as we were in buses next to a huge dropoff. The park was unbelieveable. I cannot even begin to describe how amazing it was there. The flora was like we were in Jurassic Park, or as Wendy put it “This is like Avatar!” According to the brochure, the Travel Channel called its hotel one of the 10 best honeymoon hotels (and Trista and Ryan from the Bachelorette honeymooned there!). &lt;br /&gt;First, we ate lunch. Let me just say that I stuffed myself silly. The plátanos con miel were deliciosos. Seriously, so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_bpn21e6I/AAAAAAAAADY/w6YExV2vEaw/s1600/Comida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_bpn21e6I/AAAAAAAAADY/w6YExV2vEaw/s320/Comida.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489847978908023714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the animal area. First, there was a butterfly enclosure. There were tons flying around. Next, was the toucans and parrots. The toucans fly on people’s shoulders, and I even got a kiss! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_bowTTzEI/AAAAAAAAADI/soowlEABcHs/s1600/Beso.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_bowTTzEI/AAAAAAAAADI/soowlEABcHs/s320/Beso.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489847963995065410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to the hummingbirds. There are more species of hummingbirds there than anywhere else (26 types!). None of us cared about the snakes, so we skipped that building. The frog building would have been a bust had it not been for the guide. He could spot those things like no other. &lt;br /&gt;My favorite, of course, was the monkey house. They were soooo cute and one guy kept following me around. We even held hands for a while, no joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_cS2mV2NI/AAAAAAAAADg/h8cbUawxY8g/s1600/Mono.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_cS2mV2NI/AAAAAAAAADg/h8cbUawxY8g/s320/Mono.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489848687240009938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the Casita de la Paz, which is a replica of old Tica homes. Outside, there was a careta that we rode in. Of course, both oxen decided it would be a good time to poop as soon as we were in the careta. Nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_bpQM5_5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/NF9bn4i4Sts/s1600/careta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_bpQM5_5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/NF9bn4i4Sts/s320/careta.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489847972558143378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also “jungle cats” there. There’s an ocelot named Tabitha that plays patty-cake with people (through a fence, of course). There was Torito, the jaguar, as well as pumas and a jaguarondi (basically a wild house cat). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we went to the cataratas (waterfalls). They were BEAUTIFUL. We walked up and down the mountain path to get to the three of them: Magia Blanca, Encantada y Escondida. My camera had died by this point, so I had to take photos with my iPhone. I need to email them to myself, but my phone won’t connect to the Web, so….hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;Pics I stole from Heather's camera :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDAJOcRvE7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WMxX-gq58Bc/s1600/catarata+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDAJOcRvE7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/WMxX-gq58Bc/s320/catarata+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489898089478034354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDAJOOKNerI/AAAAAAAAADw/oGzVO5JBAxY/s1600/Catarata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TDAJOOKNerI/AAAAAAAAADw/oGzVO5JBAxY/s320/Catarata.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489898085688375986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-5177989075940814861?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/5177989075940814861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/poas-y-la-paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/5177989075940814861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/5177989075940814861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/poas-y-la-paz.html' title='Poas y La Paz'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC_cTD_6C3I/AAAAAAAAADo/GWW_AFsEeAk/s72-c/Poas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-1447185561876104044</id><published>2010-07-02T17:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:26:33.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choques Culturales</title><content type='html'>There are some definite choques culturales when visiting Costa Rica. One of the biggest things, for me, is the toilets. The plumbing here can’t handle paper, so most of the t.p. gets thrown into baskets next to the toilets. Additionally, no public place has toilet paper. People carry it around in their purses. Today I went to the grocery store (Mas x Menos) and I about died of shock when I saw toilet paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5m9BAl2aI/AAAAAAAAACg/khn-EDek0_A/s1600/Mas+x+Menos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5m9BAl2aI/AAAAAAAAACg/khn-EDek0_A/s320/Mas+x+Menos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489438194240182690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is the food. While I am loving the food, I don’t think that I’ve ever eaten so many beans in my life. Yesterday for breakfast we had gallo pinto, a typical dish of beans, rice, cilantro and something else. Every meal has rice too. Antonieta, my señora, is a great cook. Yesterday, she made something out of nothing but veggies and cheese and it was so good. There are also tons of types of bananas here, each with a different use. The fruit here is out of this world. I don’t think that I will ever be able to eat a pineapple in the USA again because it won’t measure up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5m95TMJdI/AAAAAAAAACo/b6pOKBhNCyQ/s1600/Banana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5m95TMJdI/AAAAAAAAACo/b6pOKBhNCyQ/s320/Banana.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489438209350575570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cena rica de Antonieta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5nbKCgBiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qaj659oIG2A/s1600/Comida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5nbKCgBiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qaj659oIG2A/s320/Comida.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489438712060184098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that has been a shock to me is the language. Yes, they speak Spanish here, but it is very different from the Spanish I’ve learned from my time in Spain. They always use the formal Ud. for “you,” even with babies and animals. Also, they don’t use commands. Instead, they use a more roundabout way of telling someone to do something. They also write accents in weird spots. I don’t know why. My familia tica has told me that they can tell that I studied in Spain. I don’t have the “lisp” of Spain, but I definitely have a ton of Spain in my pronunciation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how it says Ponete and not Ponte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5m-bW8ZII/AAAAAAAAACw/b3F6AM7DVtI/s1600/Ponete.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5m-bW8ZII/AAAAAAAAACw/b3F6AM7DVtI/s320/Ponete.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489438218493125762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, be prepared for rain here. Lots and lots of rain. Today on the way back from Mas x Menos, my pants got soaked and my sandal kept falling off because I was walking uphill in the rain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-1447185561876104044?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1447185561876104044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/choques-culturales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/1447185561876104044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/1447185561876104044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/choques-culturales.html' title='Choques Culturales'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5m9BAl2aI/AAAAAAAAACg/khn-EDek0_A/s72-c/Mas+x+Menos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-2387859322476295878</id><published>2010-07-01T20:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:40:06.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las calles</title><content type='html'>The roads in San José are really bad for two reasons. First, people hear drive crazy. There isn’t a “pedestrians have the right away” idea here. Instead, you have to walk (better yet, run) as soon as there’s an opening in traffic. Second, because it rains here so much, it’s hard on the roads. There are tons of potholes that make it impossible to drive in a straight line. When I arrived and was being driven to my casa tica, the driver was driving on both sides of the road, depending on where the potholes were. Needless to say, it was scary. Below are some photos of the road a block from my house.  You can see the potholes, as well as the futile attempts to fill them in. It looks like whoever filled them used broken roof tiles or something. Not an effective solution if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC1DXxiPUfI/AAAAAAAAACY/g-ymkORIARc/s1600/calle+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC1DXxiPUfI/AAAAAAAAACY/g-ymkORIARc/s320/calle+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489117596547502578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC1DXe6hIlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WOZt__MT43A/s1600/calle+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC1DXe6hIlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WOZt__MT43A/s320/calle+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489117591549059666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got lost because I was on my own and had no idea where my bus stop was. I thought that I missed my stop, so I got off. Good thing I did because I was already like a mile passed my stop. I walked (endangering my life!) and bumped into someone from my program that I knew lived near me. She got me pointed in the right direction and I eventually found my house. Let me tell you, I was so nervous that I was sweating like a maniac!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-2387859322476295878?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2387859322476295878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/las-calles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/2387859322476295878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/2387859322476295878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/07/las-calles.html' title='Las calles'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC1DXxiPUfI/AAAAAAAAACY/g-ymkORIARc/s72-c/calle+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-6880745991278500599</id><published>2010-06-30T18:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:30:37.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UCR (Universidad de Costa Rica)</title><content type='html'>Campus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvd9n9JQ2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_acXatw9znM/s1600/Campus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvd9n9JQ2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_acXatw9znM/s320/Campus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488724621648282466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was muy aburrido. It basically was an information session and placement testing. I didn’t have to take the test since I am a grad student. Nice. The campus isn’t too large and is easy to navigate. Another bonus is the cheap food. My familia Tica provides breakfast and dinner, so lunch is on my own. I literally can have a massive plate of food for $2-3. It’s craziness! But the funny part is $2 = 1000 colones. I literally have a 10,000 piece of money in my possession. Love it. Today I had a massive sandwich for about $2.50. It the states it would have easily cost me $5-6. Funny food note: all of the meat was called jamon (ham). But there was jamon pavo (turkey ham), jamon cerdo (pork ham), jamon pollo (chicken ham). I know that the pavo wasn't ham at all, so I think that jamon might be the tico way of saying lunchmeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5obhtQvlI/AAAAAAAAADA/-aRqJloeFjo/s1600/Moneda2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TC5obhtQvlI/AAAAAAAAADA/-aRqJloeFjo/s320/Moneda2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489439817925181010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the second day of school, which was a huge improvement. I have two classes that are 2 hours and 20 minutes each. The first is Advanced Composition with Alejandra (Ale) in the Facultad de Letras (Humanities Building). There are about 12 of us in the class, including my friends Gina and Katie. Today was a lot of basic stuff and get-to-know-you activities. Ale is really nice and funny. Plus, she doesn’t give homework on the weekends. &lt;br /&gt;Facultad de Letras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvd-DkYPyI/AAAAAAAAACA/buTFuEpcvys/s1600/letras.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvd-DkYPyI/AAAAAAAAACA/buTFuEpcvys/s320/letras.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488724629060599586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had Latinamerican Culture with Adriana. She’s more business than Ale, but is still really personable. I am looking forward to this class because there’s going to be movies, and we might take excursions. I know next to nothing about Tico culture, so this should be beyond useful. This class is in La Casita, which is a house next door to the university that MLSA owns. &lt;br /&gt;La Casita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvd-cDJKQI/AAAAAAAAACI/ginPwnWKyME/s1600/casita.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvd-cDJKQI/AAAAAAAAACI/ginPwnWKyME/s320/casita.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488724635632085250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-6880745991278500599?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6880745991278500599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/ucr-universidad-de-costa-rica.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6880745991278500599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6880745991278500599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/ucr-universidad-de-costa-rica.html' title='UCR (Universidad de Costa Rica)'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvd9n9JQ2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_acXatw9znM/s72-c/Campus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-4925745592404936409</id><published>2010-06-30T18:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:36:25.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Familia Tica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvUSgbHZoI/AAAAAAAAABg/FvNcKcJAH0c/s1600/Casa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvUSgbHZoI/AAAAAAAAABg/FvNcKcJAH0c/s320/Casa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488713985287480962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My familia is really simpatica. There is a mom and three sons (all with American names): Marlon (as in Brando!), Kenneth and Allan. I’ve met Allan and Kenneth, who I guesstimate are early 20s. Kenneth goes to the school that we go to, so he helped us get there our first day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was surprised by the houses here. They generally have a garage with a fence instead of a door, and the fence has barbed wire over it. Our house has neither, as we have a garage door. The house itself is cute. When you first walk in, there’s a living room. Next to that is the bathroom (hot water scarce) and Wendy’s (my companera from Hawaii) and my rooms. My room has a window that opens into the garage. Not the best view, but better than no window! There’s a small kitchen and then and upstairs (which I haven’t seen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvUkevyXCI/AAAAAAAAABo/V1d2nm-HlMA/s1600/Habitacion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvUkevyXCI/AAAAAAAAABo/V1d2nm-HlMA/s320/Habitacion.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488714294074956834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge culture shock is the agua. They don’t have hot water from the faucet. Seriously. To shower, I turn on the faucet that heats up the cold water (it is a crazy apparatus that can start on fire…pic below) and get wet. Then, I turn it off while I lather up and shampoo. Turn back on to rinse. Off to condition. Back on to rinse. Wow. That was a lot of work without any relaxation. Steve, you could never handle this shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvU3N_I4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/qr7lF-xHRPY/s1600/ducha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvU3N_I4TI/AAAAAAAAABw/qr7lF-xHRPY/s320/ducha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488714615993458994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casa is in Sabanilla. On a map, the easiest way to find it is to look for the cemetery that is a few blocks away. It’s funny about the lack of addresses here. I wanted to verify the (semi)address in case my husband wanted to send me something. The mom, her friend, and Kenneth all argued about what the address should be. When I asked Kenneth how in the world the mail process functions here, he replied, “Un milagro” (a miracle).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-4925745592404936409?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4925745592404936409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/familia-tica.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/4925745592404936409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/4925745592404936409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/familia-tica.html' title='Familia Tica'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TCvUSgbHZoI/AAAAAAAAABg/FvNcKcJAH0c/s72-c/Casa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-3047473026706436024</id><published>2010-06-29T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:08:27.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Que horror!</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it to Costa Rica, but the journey was anything but smooth. The first flight from O’hare to Miami went off without a hitch. However, Miami to San José was a nightmare. We boarded the flight on time, but then we just sat on the tarmac for about 30 minutes, not moving. It was hot as an oven! Finally, the captain came on and informed us that there was something wrong with the air conditioner and we needed to head back to the gate. However, there wasn’t a free gate available, so we had to wait. Once we got to a gate (about 30 minutes later), they said that we had to disembark. We sat in the airport for a while until they finally told us that the part that they needed was available, but someone had to come and install it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I was freaking out because I was supposed to catch an MLSA bus from the airport at 5. No way was I making that! Luckily, I noticed two girls with MLSA packets. I went over and chatted with them. I immediately felt better because at least then I wouldn’t be alone in whatever awaited me. &lt;br /&gt;We finally got on the plane….only to sit more. There wasn’t a gate crew to help us depart. Eventually one came and we were on our way…about three hours late! We arrived at SJO after a pretty smooth flight. Once there, we found out that the bus had waited for us. Yay! There were about 15 people or so that arrived on my flight, so we got to take the bus. I still don’t know how many other people there are in the program, however. Of the ones on the bus with me, it appeared that the majority were undergrads.  I wish that I could have seen something through the windows, but all I saw was dark! It felt so late, but it was only 8 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My “madre” was waiting for me, along with another student. Wendy (the student) is from Hawaii, but studies in Alabama. She is super bubbly and friendly. My madre is the same. We were laughing and chatting like old friends. Additionally, there are two sons that live here, Alan and Kenneth. Funny  that they have American names  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come on the house and the familia…I have internet (Hallelujah!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-3047473026706436024?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3047473026706436024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/que-horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/3047473026706436024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/3047473026706436024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/que-horror.html' title='Que horror!'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-3243636582904999865</id><published>2010-06-18T13:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T13:25:08.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya hay cambios?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TBu1Uug94ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/RCj4A4o-CY0/s1600/map_of_san-jose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TBu1Uug94ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/RCj4A4o-CY0/s320/map_of_san-jose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484176338942026130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this isn't a sign of things to come. I just received another email from the program, this one telling me that my host family has changed. Yikes! I hope that this family is as good (or better!) than the original. Wifi would be excellent :) &lt;br /&gt;My new "madre" is named Antonieta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried finding the house on google maps, but it wasn't that simple. Looking in my guidebook, I learned why. In San Jose, the streets don't really have names. Inside, they rely on landmarks and things like, "50 meters south of the school, 100 meters west." 100 meters = one city block. Confusing, no? Back to my casa...the address is close to a bank, so I googled that and picked the one in the Sabanilla neighborhood. If I picked the right one, it appears that my casa is super close to the school. Score!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-3243636582904999865?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3243636582904999865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/ya-hay-cambios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/3243636582904999865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/3243636582904999865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/ya-hay-cambios.html' title='Ya hay cambios?!?!?'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/TBu1Uug94ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/RCj4A4o-CY0/s72-c/map_of_san-jose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-6183345774896358023</id><published>2010-06-17T17:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T17:34:32.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalles</title><content type='html'>Today I received an e-mail with the last minute details about my stay in Costa Rica, including my host family. I am a bit confused because it lists the street, but not the building number. It does, however, say that it is a two story yellow house. My senora's name is Eugenia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that I will have a few excursions around San Jose to museum and the like. We also are going to the city of Cartago, which is 15 miles away from San Jose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The e-mail made my trip seem real. I am getting really nervous! I know that once I am there everything will be supermegaguay, but the anticipation is killing me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-6183345774896358023?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6183345774896358023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/detalles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6183345774896358023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6183345774896358023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/06/detalles.html' title='Detalles'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-7377694217166798225</id><published>2010-03-03T18:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:30:23.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Es real?!?</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it. I won. I am going to Costa Rica for four weeks this summer thanks to the National Spanish Exam Teacher Scholarship. I am still sorting out the details, but I am so excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-7377694217166798225?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7377694217166798225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/es-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/7377694217166798225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/7377694217166798225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/03/es-real.html' title='Es real?!?'/><author><name>Profe. Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01633447776198197888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S38QyDr_psI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DNDXlqHp80E/S220/IMG_7414+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4564772190222546566.post-6494111949400456926</id><published>2010-02-17T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:35:17.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finalist'/><title type='text'>Esperando y Deseando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S3yc2T33dlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pn-UBNkG0BQ/s1600-h/IMG_7338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439394906818180690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_weCf2Vn05AY/S3yc2T33dlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pn-UBNkG0BQ/s320/IMG_7338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Stephanie, and I am a finalist for the National Spanish Exam Teacher Study Abroad Scholarship in Costa Rica!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4564772190222546566-6494111949400456926?l=profestravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6494111949400456926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/02/esperando-y-deseando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6494111949400456926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4564772190222546566/posts/default/6494111949400456926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profestravels.blogspot.com/2010/02/esperando-y-deseando.html' title='Esperando y Deseando...'/><author><name>Profe. 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