Yeah its been about 2 months, so what? Only blog superfan Brian Rosefield wrote me asking for updates, so the rest of you can shut your bocas. I moved out of my coaches parents mansion in Escazú, and am now living in Heredia. Heredia is not quite as luxurious as Escazú but it makes up for it with activity and fine women. The house is not quite as nice as the country club that I moved from, but it definitely beats the hippie shack I first lived in. I have a room adjacent to the garage and situated beteeen a random Cuban guy and the 16 year old sister of my teammate. I still do not know the Cuban guys name because everyone in the house calls him chico. All I know is this son of a bitch wakes me up every morning a 5 a.m. riding off to work on his scooter. Some of the people in the house have insinuated that he is gay, but I cannot make that call because the only time we have talked is when he comes home late at night and insists that I eat the bread that he brought from his job at a bakery. I generally have no problem with this guy, but I can't say the same for the fire breathing she-devil in the next room. I am not an expert on Latin culture, but I am pretty sure having your quinientos does not give you the right to be a huge bitch until adulthood. Her name is Melisa but I call her Paisa which roughly translates into dirty Nicaraguan. For the record, I love Nicaraguans but in Costa Rica, (as U.S. citizens) they are like our Mexicans. While there has always been tension between us, there was not always a mutual hate (she even asked me to her prom). I think things changes when a)after witnessing her eating habits, I called her an elephant in front of her grandma or b) after coming home all proud showing off her new nose ring, I told her that will be great for picking up Gothic guys. After my infamous student athlete of the year speech where I infuriated the entire Equestrian team, I should have learned that I need to be a little more sensitive with my words towards women. But after she called me a Canadian, I lost my composure. Also in the house live my teamate and his mother. I get along great with her, better than anyone else in the house. She is your typical crazy latina single mother. Works all the time trying to get paid, looking for any opportunity to scam some guy out of some money, and getting smashed with her girlfriends when ever she gets some free time. I have spent the last couple months playing ball, reading, and becoming absolutely dominant on a Nintento Gamecube 2007 version of Madden. Many days I do not even leave the casa, but I do have a few interesting stories which I will update the next couple weeks. Stay tuned. (Below: The Paisa in her prom dress)
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