A Day in the Life of Kate

You know the feeling you get, regardless of age, when your ice-cream top falls off the cone? Its the same feeling when you write a big blog and then click what you think says publish in Spanish, only to have the whole thing disappear into cyberspace....
Anyway here’s my second attempt,

Some people are under the misguided impression that I am just slacking off over here in Costa Rica, so in order to clear my good name I have decided to take you (and probably unwisely my camera) around with me for a Day in the Life of Kate.

Ok so this is the face I have to wrestle with to get presentable for a 6.30am class....


This is where I live, yes, yes, I know it LOOKS like a jail, and yes it takes 3 gates to get in but its in a nice suburb...I swear....



This is a great example of the massive open drain/black holes that threaten to suck you in along the streets of San Jose...Costa Rica is not known for its infrastructure....


This is the homemade bus I take to work, actually the bus system here is pretty good. Crazy drivers, no belief in changing gears or having mufflers but fairly reliable none-the-less. Bus stops aren’t sign-posted in anyway though, so you just have to sort of know where the bus might stop – that’s made for some great adventures in the past....


This is one of the many classrooms I teach in (we travel out to businesses to teach English to executives basically)....now I know what you are thinking “But Kate, where are the students?” Costa Ricans are notoriously late. Once I had a student arrive an hour and a half late to a two-hour class...fabulous....


Mmmm...breakfast...This is a coffee and “Churro”. Churros are deep fried goodness wrapped around hot caramel. Needless to say there will be no pictures of weight scales or full body shots of Kate in this blog....


Downtown San Jose....what you can't see from this photo is that I am about to get my foot run over by a lady with a fruit cart....


Another bus....


These are the guys that just hissed at me. Yep, hissed. Like as in the noise you would use to shoe away and animal. Guys here feel its their god given right to hiss, whistle etc at ANY woman that walks past. The also take it upon themselves to blatantly look a girl up and down and discuss and compare any of her appendages with nearby males, the louder the better. They really have turned the objectification of women into an art form. I have never needed anger management so much in my life.


Another bus....I get a lot of reading time in these days....


A quick stop at the “Farmers market”, fruit and veg as far as the eye can see.....
This is not my photo, I might be stupid but I am not taking my camera to the market...


This is my flat-mate Ali, from New Jersey, she and I seem to be pretty much carbon copies of each other (apart from her hilarious New York Jewish accent) so while that may be bad news for the rest of the world, we have a lot of fun


Dinner is a "Casado" AKA: Rice and Beans
Most popular dish in Costa Rica, will put you into a food coma and costs about $3....brilliant....


And this is me escaping to an island off the coast of Panama for a weekend....


Apart from all that some recent highlights have been getting a couple of feature articles published in the local English newspaper, travelling down to Panama a bit to visit friends and a visit from Joe in January.

England, Adelaide and Melbourne Roffs: I have stop-overs near you on my way back to Perth in mid June so expect to be nagged for some floor space :)

Luv Kate
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