I came here excited to finally be able to live in a city. San Jose is definitely modern, big, and I have grown to love it. I have my coffee shops, I know how to get downtown, I know how to cross the streets (run.), I know which spots I like and dislike. I will miss the places I've grown to know so well. One of which is Cafe La Musa Confusa, where my friend Kristen and I make a point to frequent and drain them of all the coffee they have.
Here we are with matching green dyed pants. It always seems to happen like this.
Discovering coffee shops is one of my favorite ways to get to know a place. It's an opportunity to sit and people watch, while still practicing a little spanish and of course getting my caffeine fix.
More of La Musa. I had my first macaron the other day. It was nutella, paired with a cafe negro that kept me awake until 2am...
This was a (painfully expensive) coffee shop on our way downtown one day. Cafe con leche (coffee with milk) is the most popular drink here, and I usually end up getting that or cafe negro (black coffee) when I'm feeling a little more feisty.
Adventures downtown have always proved to be enjoyable. The other day a friend and I explored the thrift stores and struck gold. All the oversized neon jackets from the 90s are hiding in Costa Rica. It was hard to contain myself. We also had lunch at the National Theater, which still has shows and is right in the center of the city.
I had been craving vegetables... I finally got my fill. Although I do love the food here, I am definitely starting to get sick of carbs. Most of the food is very dense and vegetarian options are sometimes hard to find or there is really only one option.
Besides lunch, the theater is beautiful.
San Jose has proved itself to be a wonderful place to live and learn, but I am so excited to finally return home to place where it is safe. Not being able to walk alone at night is frustrating. The sense of independence I lack here because of a lack of safety is crippling. Possibly an exaggeration, but I am a person who loves my independence and I hate that I am afraid to just leave the house at night, even with a group of people. It's definitely real too, many people I know have been jumped or had money stolen from them. Being aware and smart is so important here, as in any city. Fortunately there hasn't been any violence, but it's definitely discouraging when you want to walk over to a friends house. We make sure to never walk alone at night.
It's strange to think that in three weeks I will never see most of these people again. Of couse we say we will visit, but once we return to our normal lives back in the United States it's difficult to integrate those parts of your life here into your old life. It's an odd concept, it's sad. Some of the people here I've met I know that if I lived close I would remain friends with forever. I've made close friends in Pittsburgh, New York, Seattle, Chicago, out West... It's impossible to think that I will be able to stay in close contact with everyone.
So for now, we coffee. We chat. We adventure. As much as we can. I know this experience is coming to a close and I'm determined to squeeze out every last drop that I can.