Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Enough said. It's time to go.
I suppsoe I better also tell you about getting robbed. I should have known something was going to happen last weekend because, for the first time in Costa Rica, I left the capus in the presence of two other Americans on a weekend adventure. Usually my computer, ipod and anything of real value stays here on INCAE campus while I head out adventure. Last weekend, however but we had been invited to to escape INCAE and study for finals at a fellow student's guuest house down south on the pacific coast. The house was located up a remote dirt road and was, by Costa Rican standars, very safe.
We left in the late afternoon and all was fine for much of the ride as we made our way down the coast. Earlier that day we had promised one of the Swedish exchange students that we would stop and pick up a surf board that he had left for repair in the beach town of Jaco. Driving into the town, we decided to stop for a bite of food and to buy some rope to tie the surfboard to the Jimmy's roof. We ate at a little taco stand just next to the hardware store, walked in to buy our rope and off we went. What none of us realized was that during the 5 minutes we had spent in the hardware store someone had popped the lock on our trunk, reached in and grabbed every single bag in our car. Welcome to Jaco you fat, American idiots.
To add insult to injury, the surfboard that we came to Jaco to collect had not even been repaired and we were forced to leave empty-handed. None of us noticed that the bags had been stolen until we reached the beach house a few hours later that night. It was, to say the least, a sour moment. I threw my umbrella in disgust, restrained from the oft-obligatory wall punch and began to wrap my head around everything we had just lost. Among the casualties were computers, cameras, ipods, kindles, clothes and one really freaking nice backpack. I'm not going to lie, it hurt. But stuff is stuff and you can't grieve for it any more than it grieves for you. I'd like to imagine my MacBook Pro shed a single tear when it realized that it would never see me again.
We returned to campus with our tails and, after a quick powwow, decided to try our luck finding the office of investigations in San Jose. Somehow we made our way through the darkness to the center of town, into the judicial building and in front of spanish-speaking official who could write up the police report. She took the whole matter seriously until the moment that one of us with very little spanish training tried to described the eye glasses that had been left in his now stolen bag.
"Black Sunglasses in a white case," he tried to say. Unfortunately in spanish it came out as "lentos negos en queso blanco." Black sunglasses in white cheese. She smiled. We laughed.
What else can you do?