An Australian in Costa Rica

Part Eight

I gave my fourth adult lesson last week, and one of the students told my Mum that she loved them so much that she wanted to spend the rest of the evening learning English! Pretty cool, given it was the fourth lesson in my life!

There is a Dutch woman in town who imported her huband from Holland and then send him home when she was done.  She dates a drug dealing 18 year old, and is a kleptomaniac.

The crazy Vet got stopped by the police, and jumped out of the car yelling take the car its not mine i dont want it just let me take my tools. The police were astounded by this behaviour and let him get off with a $7 fine.

My older brother was cheating on his wife. So the wife hit the other woman with a 2 by four chunk of wood, and the other woman never came back to Garza.

Another Dutch woman over the age of fiftey took a young girl in high school to Switzerland and married her.

A fifty year old man is dating a girl in primary school in the next town.

I made enemies with my older brother's wife. She interrupted one of my classes without asking permission and I asked her to leave. So my Mum told her to stay away from me! And so far, so good!

I am getting fatter every day! They will need a winch to get me on the plane in Dec.

I have a couple of friends in my town who own a bar. This is the only place in Garza I am permitted to "hang out" with out being seen as a cheap female. A mate of theirs owns a very exclusive hotel 7 kms from my town. He came into the bar the other day incredibly frustrated because Harrison Ford had been on the phone trying to make a reservation "I dont care if the Queen of the England is there, I want to stay for two weeks in April" he quoted. But unfortunately he was fully booked and had to turn him down.

I was so excited about this, I ran to tell my directors and they had no idea who Harrison Ford was!

I havent driven a car in since my stint of lessons four years ago except to reverse my parents car out of the garage when I am lucky.

The fiests de Nosara we on this week. My father was designated driver, and I made a big fuss saying that if he wanted to drink we should catch the bus, because otherwise he would have to drive completely sober. He does however know that I can drive.

I went to the bar, and bought my Mum and I a beer, and off we went to check out the bull riders. When we got back, my father is finishing off his fourth or fifth beer and on his way back to the bar. I refuse another beer, because I figure that the designated driver has changed, but am told that two beers would be fine to drink and drive, and am encouraged to drink up.

So after a little confusion about the word Hueco. (It mean hole, not turn), and my parents hitting the roof twice.

I got home safetly, and didnt stall once!