I guess my last blog post was missing the bottom part of it where I said my friends came back with us to Costa Rica. Not my school friends, but my grown up friends Greg and Monkey. His real name is John like my grandpa, and my uncle, and my great grandpa, and my great uncle. But we aren't related. I have called him monkey since I was little but I don't know why. Once I showed him that here in Costa Rica we have money with monkeys on it.
After we got off the plane, we got a taxi to go home. It was a van kind of taxi because we had so many bags and so many people. The ride home was crazy. It took a very long time and the traffic was really bad. A couple of times we almost crashed into a bus or a motorcycle. Motorcycles drive crazy here. If they think they can get through, they will.
When we got to Santa Maria, we got our car that was parked at Allen's house, and then went to pizza. It was the first time I had eaten pizza in Costa Rica, besides the pizza my dad makes. I think the pizza was pretty good. Not too different than the States. My favorite pizza is hawaiian.
It was nice to have dinner with my friends again.
The next morning, we went on a tour of the farm. I took Greg up to the pond where the tadpoles are. He said I should get a jar and capture them to see how long it takes for them to get their legs. I decided I would take two, and when they got their legs I would let them go.
The tadpoles are at a very weird stage. Its like their bodies are see-through.
Greg said the tadpoles were going to get their legs any day. My mom said we have been watching these tadpoles for months and they haven't ever gown any, so she doubted it. I've written about the tadpoles twice before now, and none of them ever got legs. Greg said he bet they would have them by the time they left Costa Rica. My mom bet him they wouldn't.
On Sunday, we went into town to get some more hardware from the store, The hardware store is called a 'ferreteria' in spanish. But sometimes we forget that most of the stores are closed on Sunday so people can go to church. This Sunday there was a festival in the park to start off the Christmas season. We got to walk through the market, and I got to go in the bounce house. There were a bunch of kids I didn't know there. They were nice, but I think they thought my name was No Espanol, because they would talk to me and introduce themself and another kid would point to me and say No Espanol. I know that meant I dont speak spanish but I do speak a little. Its just that some people talk really fast and its hard for me to understand. I wish the market was every Sunday. I even saw my friend Tomas there!
On our way back to the farm, we stopped by Martins restaurant. At his restaurant, you catch your own trout. He will clean it out for you, then he takes it to Clara in the kitchen who cooks it up for you. I really love to fish, but I hate that they have to die. I don't eat trout anymore. It was fun to watch Greg and Monkey fish though. I caught my moms dinner for her too.
While Clara was cooking, we played foosball. I am a champion foosball player.
When our dinner came, I didnt think Monkey liked it. He said he did but his face looked like he didnt. I think its because the fish come with their heads, and eyes and everything. My dads fish even had its teeth.
Monkey and Greg are here working on a project with my mom and dad. I have been helping a lot too. We have been playing frisbee and we played a game of Quirkle too, which I won. My mom calls me a shark. We have shark colones too.
While we were working, we found a walking stick. It is so cool! It really does look just like a stick. It has some kind of sticky feet that let it cling on to things. I played with it all day. While its on me, it walks. when I set it down it freezes, like a stick. I wanted to keep it, but my mom made me let it go.
We have been feeding the tadpoles ground up fish food. They seem to like it. My mom says there must be growth hormones in it because when we checked on the tadpoles yesterday, one of them had started growing legs. I hope they turn into frogs.
(I hope they turn into frogs.)