pura vida

We arrived, the plane touching down bumpily in a really big city. It’s like 5:00 or 6:00, but the sky is already pitch black. We are all exhausted as we Uber to our apartment/Airbnb, but we were hungry as well. We get there, walking in to greet Funcle Hans and Simoney Moth, our aunt and uncle. There are many hugs and we all walk inside to be greeted by a house that no kid can live in. You might be wondering why no kid can live in it, and here’s why. No kids can possibly live in this apartment/Airbnb because there is no running, jumping, or be loud in any way. It was incredibly annoying. Anyways, we were hungry because nobody had eaten dinner yet. We all went to find something to eat. There were a few problems. It was New Years’ Eve, so none of the “open(according to google)” restaurants were actually open. After wandering around the freezing cold(well, to me) for who-knows-how-long we found an old taco place with moderate reviews called Señor Taco. At Señor Taco, we bought a 6-person meal called a cazuela. A 6-person cazuela consists of 2 tubs of salsa, 3 of cheese, a plate of toppings, an enormous stack of tortillas, and a really big clay pot of meat and vegetables. Even though we had 7 people, we finished like half of the “6 person” meal. The tacos were like the tacos that we eat at the Mai-Clarks(our cousins), and they were sufficient. After practically inhaling the meal, we got ready for bed. While I was brushing my teeth, I used the tap water, which could give me diarrhea. In Costa Rica, you can drink the tap water. In Mexico, apparently not. Lucky for me, I didn’t get sick. After that the kids went to bed. Sinh and Nene share a room, while I share a room with my parents. Pretty soon, I lost consciousness.