We
had high hopes. High in the sky apple pie hopes. Just before leaving
Key West, we’d searched the net and found a Spanish language school, Amistad Instutitue,
that uses the immersion technique to teach Spanish, along with a
thousand other techniques. There are at least one million of these
schools in Costa Rica. The one we chose came highly recommended by our
Costa Rica landlord as well as a fellow tenant on the finca,
and is right in our village. So close, in fact, we could have walked
there. We did not walk there because walking anywhere in Costa Rica
involves walking straight uphill. That’s why all the women have nice
butts. I’d like to have a nice butt, but walking uphill makes me short
of breath. My butt is fine.
So
we land in Costa Rica on Saturday 28 January. Marcus,...