So I will talk about the clutch of the bus later, but my day was another adventure. I left on Wednesday for Manuel Antonio/Quepos area and intended on staying through the weekend. I decided that I had spent too much time in the sun, and was a little burnt, so I decided to head back to San Jose earlier than expected to catch the bus at noon on Friday. Once I made my way over to the bus station I was getting a little impatient because it was past 12:15 and the bus still was not there. I asked this very attractive latino girl in Spanish that was standing next to me which bus she was waiting for, and she was not waiting for the same one, but her bus was late as well. Anyways, we started talking and then she told me my bus was coming...and one came pulling into the bus lot area. I ran over to the bus, but they told me it was another bus that I needed to take and it would be there in ten more minutes. So I went back and continued talking to this girl again, and before my bus arrived she asked me for my number as I was having troubles understanding her throughout the conversation at times, but anyways I pull out this piece of paper that my Spanish teachers gave me that has my tico families name and number typed out on it...lol...I don't think she will be calling after that. I did not have a pen or paper on me to just get her info and give her a call. So we parted ways with a cultural kiss on the cheek and I hopped on the bus. It is a long bus trip, and I finally made it back after five hours.
So once I arrived into San Jose, I had to catch another bus to get to the nearby stop where I live in Guadalupe (east of San Jose). First, I had to walk about two miles to the bus station asking people in rush hour traffic on a Friday where I need to be to catch this bus to Guadalupe. So finally, I find the bus station, and I hop on my bus. Right from the start I could tell the clutch was going to go on this bus because I could see the bus driver struggling to get the clutch into gear, and I knew his issue because the same thing happened to me in my car. I have about a 15-20 minute bus drive to Guadalupe, and in this amount of time the bus driver stalled the bus 10 times, and twelve different cars honked at us while we were stalled. The bus driver was wiping sweat off his face because he was working so hard to get the clutch into gear. I guess he did not know what was going wrong because this clutch was grinding left and right and making a lot of noise. I was just waiting for him to pull over and stop the bus. Like I said earlier, this is in rush hour traffic, and the bus was just stop and go the whole time, but he did not want to stop because he knew he would have troubles getting the bus into gear. As a result, we almost rear-ended several cars on the way as well. Anyways, to cut the story short, it was ironic because we made it to the stop I needed to make it to, and he finally pulled the bus to the side and threw on the hazard lights. There went the CLUTCH!
So from there, I walked home and was starving! I had only eaten about four pieces of Pizza, a three musketeers, and lots of water from Wed -Fri. Once I arrived back to my house family, they were suprised to see me because I told them I would be back on Sunday. However, I was exhausted from the sun and ready to head back early, so I got back on Friday. Then my tica mom made me some food for dinner at about 6:30 pm when I arrived. She made me a salad, rice, and some stuffing type stuff, along with this black bean soup. I was skeptical on eating this black bean soup with floating eggs in it. I guess you will eat anything when you are hungry, but I felt like I was putting dirt into my mouth. I cant say that this is one of the better things I have had from her, but the family is still awesome!
