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Day 3.

We spent the day in San Jose! It's about a 30-1 hour minute bus ride depending on the traffic. I'm exhausted again, but here are some pictures from the day. My biggest fear was not finding a girl I would really be able to get to know and talk to. After today, I feel like I'll definitely be making that friend here. Today was good. God is good. My brain is fried!

We also had an interview with our spanish professors to see which level of spanish class we should be in... I feel like it went pretty well!


My new friends! Left to right, Erin, Me Rebecca, and Jackie!
This is downtown San Jose!


 I found these Carambolas today at the fruit market.. I think they are a type of passion fruit. Anyways, I got home and showed Mama Rosie (my host mom) and she declared that we should make juice! We put ice, 2-3 cups of water, and 2 carambolas in the blender! It wasn't half bad! A tad tart, but a little bit of sugar fixed it up quite nicely!
This was my dinner tonight. I'm not quite sure what all it was, but I sure enjoyed it! Well, with the exception of the fried plantains on the right of the left plate... Not my favorite!

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