Playa Tambor....and a little more...

I can hardly believe that two weeks from today I will be home and christmas will be over. I know I have said this in practically every entry, but this has been an incredible experience and I am so grateful for all the adventures, learning, and especially friendships I have made during the last nearly four months. This weekend should be busy as well. We have a talent show in school tomorrow and we are doing a dance to Juanes (my favorite latin pop star). Then tomorrow night we are going to see the Nutcracker at the national theatre! We went to Playa Tambor for the the weekend, well, Saturday night. Sunday morning we woke up at 5:00 to watch the sunrise, and it was beautiful. The beach was practically deserted except for our group and everything was so tranquilo, it was a nice little getaway.
Despite a weekend full of traveling and beach time, Sunday night we went out and worked on our dance moves, and my legs hurt the next day! Hopefully I can remember some of the steps for when I get home...I have so much respect for the locals who I think learned to dance before they learned to walk. I think I am jealous.
Since it is december and I heard there was snow up north, we decided to make a sand snowman. He didn't melt, but the waves soon took him away. We were still pretty proud of our creation.
Transportation this weekend was tricky. A taxi, a bus, a ferry, another bus, a short walk, then finally we arrived. This picture was taken on the bus, which was so hot and crowded and took nearly an hour to go about 20 km. I felt like I could have walked faster. Danny and Nesha may look calm, but they were dying in there just like me. We actually ended up missing the bus to go home so we had to hitch hike. After a promising pick up zoomed by, we lost hope. Then a taxi-van came and took all nine of us to the ferry boat in plenty of time, with air conditioning! It was like a blessing in disguise that we missed that hot bus.
The ferry ride was gorgeous, but oh so hot. And Danny and I didn't get much sleep the night before, so we were pretty much exhausted. But still beautiful and I had so much fun with Josie and Fiesha and all the girls. And I only got slightly sunburnt.
Friday our class went on a field trip to a museum where there is a typical costa rican farm and they have a bread making workshop. I was a little nervous when they told me I had to use my hands to mix everything. I didn't realize a spoon was that advanced of technology. After a few minutes of struggling, the lady in the apron took over (thank goodness for automatic mixers and bread machines. I think I was starting to get carpultunnel from the mixing). I was very excited for fresh baked bread, but they BURNT IT! I was so angry, but I ate it anyway. Things can't always turn out in a brick fire oven.
In the middle of the museum was this lovely paper mache creation. If anyone ever asks, I can say that I have been in the mouth of the devil. And I survived.
Janel's birthday was on Friday and since everyone had plans in the evening, she had a birthday breakfast! It was so fun, and I suppose it is never too early to eat cake.