Part of my induction to Tico culture has included dedication to my first Novela. It’s called La Hija del Mariachi and is about the daughter of a Mariachi. You see our Heroin, Rosaria is the daughter of a Mariachi. Her father passed away years ago but before he died, he sparked a great love for Mariachi music in his daughter. She sings in a Mariachi band to help work her way through school. Also in the band is her Love interest, a hunky young man with a good heart from a wealthy family in Mexico City who got caught up in some trouble and decided to disappear in Columbia. The Men cry, the women tremble and all the children are played by actors who are over the age of 18. What’s not to love? (I mean, if I were on the run from trouble I would DEFINITELY go to a country fighting a giant drug war, you know they aren’t looking for you there.) They sing at least 2 times an episode and the acting is just as bad as it is in American Soaps. The head Mariachi in the band is also quite the looker and has an illegitimate son who occasionally visits and sings in the bar with the band. (What a catch.) It’s glorious. PLUS they NEVER change out of their Mariachi outfits. What is even more interesting is that I have actually started to like Mariachi music. There are a number of very lovely songs that I would have already downloaded if iTunes worked here.
I was a bad teacher today, but we had a lot of fun. I played Uno with my 6th graders, watched The Little Mermaid with my 1st graders after singing for 20 minutes and watched The Rescuers with my 4th graders. We also made fans to combat the day’s stifling heat, but I don’t remember if I taught them the word for Fan or not. I think that we all needed a break from English. At least the movies were in English. Right?
Tomorrow I am going to Boruca and I may actually get to see where Kevin lives, which ought to be exciting. I am having a lot of fun getting to know my neighboring towns. It makes me feel like I really LIVE here, which I do, but I often forget because I so regularly get treated like an outsider.
In other fascinating news and vital information, I have decided that I prefer black beans to red beans and it took me three days to make a phone call here in the Zona Sur. Oh, and I booked my flight home. See you all on the 17th for one week of . . . well, you know
Later days.
Rad
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