I am a very long blog. Because very many exciting things happen to Mica.

• We had a killer 9 essay question exam on Monday in our Poverty & Human Development in Latin America class, an exam that took almost everyone the entire 3 hours of class to finish: ugh. Then Spanish class where we watched Pan's Labyrinth. Every time I watch Spanish movies or tv shows with English subtitles I always try to understand without looking at the subtitles, but it takes a lot of self-discipline. Usually I can understand the majority. Then Jacobo and I watched Bordertown, a Spanglish movie about the "unsolved" (or rather un-tried) murders of several women sweatshop workers in Juares, Mexico. It would have been a lot better--in my opinion-- if it hadn't starred J.Lo. One of my many pet peeves is celebrities who think that just because they're famous in one thing they need to go gain fame in another in which they have little to no talent, E.G. Britney Spears and J.Lo as actresses and Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff as singers. Really, people, you don't need to hog all the fame, leave some for the talented people. 
• Anywho, now that I'm off my wee tiny soapbox, more about the week. Tuesday's classes with Prof. Q. had their exams in McDonald's café, then a quick tour through the Jade Museum and our second museum in a Nicaraguan restaurant while it rained its daily amount.  The Jade Museum was really cool, with lots of jade jewelry, stone tables and (my favorite) ancient pottery. The most interesting thing is that there is no jade to be found naturally in Costa Rica--meaning it all arrived here via trade with surrounding Central American countries, most likely Guatemala and Colombia. Yay for interacting with your neighbors! Miguelito informed me that I pronounce the word "museum" funny, as if it is spelled "muzim." Hmm. There's a movie festival going on this week of Latin American films at a local theater, completely free, two times a day, one film a day until Halloween. I want to go!
• That night I got bitten by lots of bugs at Frodo's house after our night at the bar. It itched.
• Wednesday morning Kate and I headed to a pool at a San José ritzy gringo hotel, where we sunbathed and had a super great time swimming in the rain. Then T. McGee's class where we were both fairly hung over which made the class last even longer than it ever should have. 3 hours is a long time to begin with, but when you're nauseous and have a headache and no bread to sop up the extras in your stomach, the last thing you want to be "learning" about is pollution and gross things in the water you're drinking to clear your head.
• Thursday held Spanish class and not much else, as far as I recall... 
• Friday morning super bright and early the group met at ULatina to leave for our Program weekend field trip. We were supposed to be there at 6 to leave by 6:30 but definitely didn't even end up leaving until around 7:30. I sat with Prof Q. after we picked him up near the bus station, so I couldn't resist talking with him instead of listening to music, reading or sleeping on the bus ride. We drove through Braulio Carillo Park where Jake and I pointed out all the places we had interesting adventures; we drove over the Río Sucio again, and could see where it was joined by the "clean" branch of the Dirty River, a brown branch on the left and sparkly blue on the right. 
• We arrived at Dole banana plantation for a tour and information session guided by the Public Relations manager who was wearing the funniest shirt. The banana field was enormous, with all the banana clusters wrapped in blue plastic bags (we asked--they are recycled, thank goodness), hand-dug trenches to channel excess water away from the plants, and all the banana plants (not trees, technically herbs according to our guide) tied to one another with bright orange twine. The guide was very knowledgeable and informative, and had the knack for keeping a group of 20 American teenagers interested in what he was saying--- he was funny. He showed us how easy it is to cut through a banana plant with your machete (something I must buy before I return home! They look so fun!), and I got to climb up a rickety bamboo ladder to put a blue plastic bag around a banana cluster (funny how the shortest person in the group had to do the "tallest" job.) Then we watched as two of the workers harvested a cluster, one underneath to catch it as it fell from the tree, and one wielding the machete to cut the cluster from the herb, then cut the herb down entirely because each plant only produces one banana cluster per lifetime. So labor intensive and so much organic waste! The cluster got pulley-systemed back to the processing plant, which we could visit because it was not a busy  day for processing. Special care was taken to protect the bananas from bruising by the leaves (hence the plastic bag) and by other bananas (they used foam pads in between each bunch of bananas), and by handling in the processing plant (so they traveled via water, which was reused for a week or 2 at a time before refreshed, thank goodness). Although bruising the skin does not injure the fruit inside, bruised bananas violate the international fruit trade regulations---ridiculous, no? All the "unsightly" bananas are marketed within Costa Rica or used for organic fertilizer.  Then we all got to taste banana liqueur (pronounced "licker" by us Southerners: Mom asked me if it was liquor or liqueur, but they are both pronounced the same, in my world.)
• Next came EARTH University, (Escuela Agricultura de la Región Tropical Húmeda, or the Agriculture School in the Tropical Humid Region of Costa Rica), where we had lunch, toured a school-owned farm, and got some information about the university's programs. It's unique in that there are 400 students from all over the world, and all of them major in Agronomy, the only course of study offered at EARTH. The farm we toured was really great: we saw the cow pen where they kept and milked their herd of cows, for which they played "suave" music, to improve the milking amounts and milk quality. Our guide told us the cows don't like reggaeton, haha! Then we saw the corral where all students get experiential learning by artificially inseminating 30 cows--sounds like fun, huh? We saw the biodigestor that collects all the farm's poo, and captures the methane gas released from it, which is then used to power  gas ovens in the kitchen. The excess water and organic material drain (pulled by gravity) through a series of ponds to essentially filter the gunk out; the silt on the pond's bottoms is too strong/ acidic to be used as fertilizer for fields, but the farmers have discovered a way to make fertilizer from the ever-abundant pond plants. When we walked up to the pond, we heard something rustling in the plants and assumed it was a bird, but then a Jesus Christ Lizard skittered across the surface of the water and submerged near the bank. Right as he went underwater, a crocodile surfaced in the middle of the pond--how can you not love nature? The farm also had a Swine-fattening area, where the cute pink piglets turned into large brown pigs that I thought were cows from a distance. I also saw a pink dragonfly with white wings (it was prettier than the giant pigs.) We returned to EARTH (I giggled at the idea of intergalactic travel), we had free time to swim in the pool (where we gave ourselves Martha Washington hair and inadvertently chased off the practicing water polo boys), then a BBQ dinner and traditional dance presentation from some of EARTH's graduating international students. Dancers wowed us from Haiti, Ecuador, Bolivia and Honduras with all sorts of amazing moves and beautiful costumes. It made me regret not being more in touch with my culture, not having any traditional dances of my own heritage to share with my children. Do any readers have specific family traditions that are 100% from your heritage? I think our only one is Thanksgiving and Christmas... What do you think symbolizes "American" culture? After the dance performance, we practiced our own "moves" and learned theirs, and were super sweaty by the time we arrived at our hostel.
• We spent Friday night and all day Saturday at Los Tucanes, a farm-turned-lodging-area near EARTH, where we got delicious traditional meals and tours of their different farmy aspects. They grew coffee, macadamia nuts, sugar cane, and various fruits; had an oxcart and adorable oxen to pull it; a closed-cycle macadamia nutshell slow-burning furnace that satisfied the majority of the farm's energetic needs; they grew and processed everything except the coffee. We picked coffee beans and macadamia nuts, Steffi learned how to drive the oxcart while Jake and I rode in the back, then we squeezed  the sugar-juice (tapas de dulce) out of sugar cane and drank it, while munching on the "meat" of the sugar cane (we were all hyper for about a minute, then just wanted to doze in the sun). We learned how to boil and purify the tapas de dulce juice, then form it into hardened blocks of pure sugar, then how to wrap them in sugar cane leaves. The sugar was delicious, I must say :) 
• We then stopped at Lechería Las Lapas, or The Macaw Farm, a New York family-owned dairy farm. We all got to milk a cow, then watch the milk get separated into skim milk and pure cream via centrifugal force in a funnel that entered small spinning container with two spouts.  Did you know it takes 10 gallons of fresh milk to make 1 gallon of cream to be used for ice cream? The ice cream was (delicious, first of all!) the farm's main product for selling, so the skim milk retained from the milk went to the calves after weaning them from their mother's milk, but before weaning them from milk entirely. I bought a 1/2 pint of sesame seed ice cream because I'd never heard of it before and wanted to try something very new--I recommend it. This farm is still very small, so its products are only found in Costa Rica. 
• Then we drove to the community center in rural La Argentina where we met the farming families with whom we would be staying. Since we were such a large group, each family had a few students. I was staying with Melba and Gerardo at their small farm, La Finca Agroecológica Los Manantiales, with Kimmy. The house had 2 parakeets who craved attention and would dance, sing, laugh and talk to get it; it had an entire room full of 7 beds specifically for people who came to stay, like we were doing. From what I understand they almost constantly have at least one guest, often several at a time, and some for some months at a time. What test of patience! Melba and Gerardo were an older couple with 3 kids who were starting families of their own; their farm consisted of young organic coffee that had not yet reached production age, sweet potatoes, some fruit trees, a horse, a cow, 2 pigs, egg-laying chickens and a rooster (and the eggs were super-yummy. Even Loly, the most vocal parakeet, loved to eat the eggs! and drink the coffee, too...) They also had a tilapia pond, and had found a baby ocelot in their house which they kept in a large cage in the backyard, complete with a flowering tree where it could eat its daily raw steak and raw eggs. Her name was Contessa, and what an incredibly beautiful animal---because she has lived in captivity, she will neither grow to the size of a wild ocelot, nor can she re-enter the wild.
• On Sunday, after Kimmy and I slept for almost 11 hours, we had a delicious family breakfast, then headed out for a property tour (7 hectares, about 15 acres) and river walk with Gerardo and Timo, their newest guest, an American student studying abroad in Panama. The hike through the woods was beautiful: we saw a cute little red frog with blue pants, and after clearing the trails a bit and almost falling down the super-steep hill, finally made it to the really clean river. Hot after the hike, we decided to swim in all our clothes: the water was electrically refreshing. I found a crab and Gerardo found a walking stick bug. On the way back, the three students were teasing Gerardo about lying to us about his age. He was supposedly 67 but we claimed he was 21 because he was in far better shape than we were; he practically ran up the 70 degree incline we climbed down! We made it back to the house, had a delicious lunch, played with the birds some more, and dried off from the river, then got picked up by the bus to head back to San José. What a long but incredibly memorable weekend. I must say that staying with the rural families has been one of my favorite parts of studying abroad so far. How can it get better than a Spanish speaking family that lives in an area that reminds me so much of my TN home?