From Castro's to Curú

Last Thursday night was the first night my amigas and I went out on the town. We decided to go to a discoteca called Castro's; the walls were lined in mirrors and there was a karaoke bar on the second floor. It was a night full of karaoke, dancing and making Tico friends, and thankfully everyone got home more or less in one piece. Friday was my last day of Spanish classes, and my presentation went well considering that my four hours of sleep hadn't quite gotten rid of that fiesta feeling. This past weekend, my EA and SD class took its final fieldtrip to the private wildlife refuge of Curú. I don't think I managed to stop sweating the entire weekend, but snorkeling and picking up trash on an otherwise pristine beach made the perpetual shower worth it. At the refuge's home base, spider, howler and white-faced capuchin monkeys were the source of everyone's excitement, but I prefered my professor's howler monkey call. I also thought I had gotten my first sunburn, but it turned out to be nothing more than a sun-kissed glow. Now that I am back in San José I can enjoy writing my ten-page 1.5 spaced paper about recycling in Costa Rica and preparing for the 20-30 minute presentation that goes along with it, which is due tomorrow.