Costa Rica Adventure - Day 1
Sep. 12th, 2007 10:22 pmOn Thursday 23rd August, I flew from London to Miami while watching a Japanese teen comedy about time-travelling inside a washing machine. I also spent hours gazing at the clouds, while I was amongst them and occasionally I caught glimpses of turquoise patches of ocean that were almost glowing.
My time in Miami was limited to having my fingerprints taken and eating a dulce de leche ice-cream while gleefully escaping from the cool air-conditioned buildings of the airport for a few minutes to bask in the warmth of the sun. Perhaps I should have tried the birthday cake flavoured ice-cream, but I didn't know whose birthday it was.
From the plane window, I saw the thin strip of sand that makes up Miami beach and remembered sitting on that beach and swimming in that sea, a few years ago, on a TV-watching business trip.
I tried learning Spanish animal noises, reading articles about Stardust in Spanish, muttering the names of strange fruits my guidebook described while imagining what they would taste like, and using gnaborretnis at every opportunity, but none of that particularly helped me to learn Spanish.
The flight from Miami to San José was much shorter than my previous flight, but it was unexpectedly dark when I arrived in Costa Rica. From the taxi window, the city of San José seemed full of concrete, shopping outlets and restaurants, the kind I had seen previously in Miami, but I also saw houses with ramshackle corrugated tin roofs and cages around the houses, as if the houses were dangerous.
I arrived at the hotel to find the other people on the Costa Rica Adventure were already at a restaurant, so decided to dream of forests.
My time in Miami was limited to having my fingerprints taken and eating a dulce de leche ice-cream while gleefully escaping from the cool air-conditioned buildings of the airport for a few minutes to bask in the warmth of the sun. Perhaps I should have tried the birthday cake flavoured ice-cream, but I didn't know whose birthday it was.
From the plane window, I saw the thin strip of sand that makes up Miami beach and remembered sitting on that beach and swimming in that sea, a few years ago, on a TV-watching business trip.
I tried learning Spanish animal noises, reading articles about Stardust in Spanish, muttering the names of strange fruits my guidebook described while imagining what they would taste like, and using gnaborretnis at every opportunity, but none of that particularly helped me to learn Spanish.
The flight from Miami to San José was much shorter than my previous flight, but it was unexpectedly dark when I arrived in Costa Rica. From the taxi window, the city of San José seemed full of concrete, shopping outlets and restaurants, the kind I had seen previously in Miami, but I also saw houses with ramshackle corrugated tin roofs and cages around the houses, as if the houses were dangerous.
I arrived at the hotel to find the other people on the Costa Rica Adventure were already at a restaurant, so decided to dream of forests.
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