I showed someone some of the previous post’s Spanish. The good news is it was comprehendible. The bad news is it was only just comprehendible 😂. (It apparently isn’t too bad, especially given I didn’t use the translate app to write it, just lookup verbs).
The end of the morning class featured the certificate handing out and usual photos etc for everyone. Because every week some students go, and some join, every departure ceremony you go to on Fridays isn’t really that emotional, we always said big goodbyes and “I will miss you” etc, sometimes they are people you only met 5 days ago.
Today I discovered (in retrospect, unsurprisingly) it’s rather different when you are the one leaving. This Friday I was really feeling it. Saying goodbye to two of my classmates I had only met 5 days ago was sad, the one I met 2 weeks ago was really sad. The one student who started when I did, 6 whole weeks ago — not sure I’ll ever recover!
The ceremonies are at lunchtime, but of course some students (like myself) have private classes after lunch. Leaving my final class which finished at 5pm was quite a weird feeling. There are very few people still around at that time, combined with when you leave you go through the secure door with bars on it, and it locks with an audible clunk, meant that as I left I pulled closed and was solidly locked out of Tico Lingo. Something like the Hollywood stereotype of the prison door closing and locking — except I was leaving.
I lie here now in my casa tica, one more nights sleep, one more breakfast. It’s a strange feeling, I’ve only been here 6 weeks, but it feels like 6 months.
Tomorrow I give my big backpack to Freddy, a professor at Tico Lingo who has agreed to look after it for me while I travel Central America where I don’t need the cold weather/hiking gear. Tomorrow night I’m staying in a nice hotel (I splashed out for one with a big bed and a nice modern shower!), and finally Sunday I fly.
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