Last summer…

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

Today is May 27th. My friends and I have got 15 more days till graduation! (or the moving up ceremony; I don’t really care because both mean that school is going to be out! :]) What are you doing for summer? I don’t think I will do anything special except for going to beach and hang out with friends. I will probably just rest, be all lazy for two months and a week. Ahh.. I CAN’T WAIT!!!! Even though I am not doing anything special during summer, I am kind of excited for it. I don’t know why.

 

 

I wish I could go visit Korea like I did last summer. It was awesome. I met my family, friends, teachers, and everyone I had missed so much. I intrigued the flight we had though. My family and I had to take more than 22 hours of flight, more than 7 hours of waiting in the airport. We had to go by Caracas, Venezuela, Paris, France, and Incheon, South Korea, since there was no flight going straight from Costa Rica to Korea. My brother had terrible plane-sick, my mom couldn’t sleep well, and I was as dry as desert, because they turned the air conditioner on for hours and hours. Oh well, there wasn’t anything that I could do about that, right?

 

 

Anyways, after that nightmare, I would say I finally got to the heaven; the place I wanted to go so bad for about a year and a half. I visited my grandparents first, and went straight to bed. My family and I were extremely tired that we didn’t even have any strength left to talk to my grandparents. It took me about 3 days to get used to Korean time, because Costa Rican time is 15 hours later than Korea. We were terribly sorry, because we were up when they were sleeping, and we were being noisy to get food and all. And my dear grandparents were being so nice that they woke up at 2 o’clock only to talk to us and help us out with cooking.

 

 

After our conditions were getting better, I think I was never home. Most of the time, I went out with my friends, I went shopping since the department store was right in front of my grandparent’s apartment. My mom went out to meet her friends, too. And my brother played in the playground and watched Korean television and animations most of the times.

 

 

When I hung out with my friends, I went shopping with them, talked for hours and hours, and went to amusement parks. It was so fun. Other than the fact that we went those fun places, the thing that made me happy was that I could enjoy my time with them and just be with them.

 

I stayed in Korea for about two months. I never ever knew this was going to happen ever, it was strange. I missed Costa Rica when I was there for about a month and a half. I missed all the tropical nature and little birdies that cried really loud 5 o’clock in the morning, and never let me to sleep. I found it REALLY weird, because I used to hate Costa Rica where there is nothing to do here when it rains every single day, and where the culture is different.

 

 

 

After I came back, I still missed Korea, my family, and my friends, but I didn’t want to go back. I think, first of all, because of the nightmare we had on the airplane, and for the second, I like living in Costa Rica. :]