tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44789287339597758612011-12-16T15:58:57.070-08:00Articles and stories about living, loving, and working in Costa RicaLaura Dulinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15701562404917395733noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4478928733959775861.post-26907583444225503972008-02-08T15:31:00.000-08:002008-02-10T15:36:57.963-08:00

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Audios everyone, (in CR adios means hello and good-bye)Before I begin my tale I want to give you my vitals:Phone #: 011-506-766-6482Laura DulinEl Centro de EnseñanzaPuerto Viejo de SarapiquiHeredia, Costa Rica4/15/01I’m composing this letter while sitting outside of the Sarapiqui Learning Center where I will be teaching. The school is spacious with hardwood floors and large windows that open up

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4/21/01 Wow, where to begin? So much has happened in the week and a half since I last wrote. I’ve composed enough letters in my head to fill a small book. For those of you who are short on time, I’ll warn you now that I don’t think this is gonna be a short update. Today I jumped on a bus to San Jose to find a cheap guitar. There was a two-hour direct route on a long winding bus route to get

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4/25/01I suppose I should set the scene a little better. I live eight miles outside of a town called Puerto Viejo De Sarapiqui. The town has a few small markets, bars, and shops with cheaply made plastic objects. There is an Internet café, but it’s expensive and has a slow connection, so I try not to use it. The buildings are painted in various pastel colors. Most buildings and houses have rusted

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6/2/01Hello again everyone, It’s been a while since I last wrote. For any of you who wondered if I was the girl that was recently killed on the Costa Rican Caribbean Coast, the answer is no. That was an awful incident. I’m thinking of avoiding traveling to the Caribbean Coast unless I travel with a group of people. I traveled to Puerto Limon by myself last month. Puerto Limon is the town where

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5/15/01Hello everybody, I wanted to send a quick creature update from the rainforest front. Yesterday I ventured into the forest for a short walk down a densely wooded trail. I don’t walk in the forest that often because the mosquitoes leave bites the size of quarters, and my fear of poisonous snakes keeps me tiptoeing down trails. The last time I walked down a trail by myself, I was nervously

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7/10/01My brother was flying into Costa Rica and I took the bus to San Jose to meet him. I arrived in San Jose mid-day, but he wasn’t flying-in until ten that night. After wandering around downtown, I went to a touristy restaurant to get some dinner. The waiter was extra friendly to me as I sat and ate my dinner alone. When I went to pay, there was a problem with my credit card. It wasn’t being

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6/20/01Hello everyone, I’m writing to you from Caye Caulker, an island off the barrier reef in Belize: baby blue waters, palm trees, rastas, and international hangout galore. Today I snorkeled off the reef with neon-pokadotted puffer fish, plankton eating sharks, and schools of stingrays floating two feet beneath me. It was great!We had planned to go to a language school in Guatemala after this

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6/25/01Sorry for the scare everyone, I’m in Flores, Guatemala, and it feels pretty safe. Looking back on my last email I think that I experienced some type of culture shock. It was a bad combination of having money troubles, seeing too many men with machine guns, and hearing too many horror stories from travelers: the story of the fifty prisoners on the loose, the tourists that were raped and

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6/20/01Hello from a lost lamb in a foreign land.Time to tell the last part of my Guatemalan trip before it’s washed away like the amoebas that I carried home in my stomach. After being chased by monkeys I went back to the island town of Flores and met up with Sarah and Michelle. Their trip to the Mayan ruins of Tikal only became frightening when a Mayan man read their palms and declared that they

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5/05/08Sarah, a fellow volunteer teacher, and I loved to head out from the school and take long walks in the rainforest. One evening, during a full moon, Sarah and I put on our headlamps and set off on a night journey. We met on the road and walked down the road with the moon casting a grey-blueish shadow and dimly lighting our way. The full moon cast a silver-blue hue over the tall rainforest

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3/01-8/01Hello friends and family, Ever since I arrived here, I’ve wanted to talk about what it is that I do for work here in Costa Rica. However, it has taken me a long time to write about this, because I’m never quite sure what we four gringa volunteers are doing here in rural Costa Rica. I think we’re here to help the impoverished people of this rural Costa Rican community in whatever way we

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10/01/05

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12/20/04On a beautiful morning in Costa Rica, seventy degrees and the sun shining, I went for my walk. Lost in thought I walked through the Central Plaza where mothers’ with their babies and older people like to sit and just ‘be’ in the park.Along with people hanging about, the usual pack of nomadic mutts (the name for mutt in Costa Rica is “Zaguate”) were hanging about the park. They roam freely

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7/15/05I traveled to the Islands of Bocas Del Toro, single and solo for three days. Boca’s Del Toro, which means ‘Mouth of the Bull’ in Spanish, is a group of small islands off the northernmost tip of the East side of Panama. The islands are in some ways similar to the Carribean islands off of Belize, but are still rustic and lightly populated.To get to Bocas Del Toro I took a bus from San Jose,

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Teaching English in Costa RicaWhen, Where, and How to Land a JobBy Laura DulinI have lived and taught English in Costa Rica for almost three years. Costa Rica is a lush tropical country with kind and hospitable people. In Costa Rica, you can experience their own unique version of traditional Latino culture, dance to salsa music, and escape to tropical beaches.For most Costa Ricans, speaking

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Costa Rica ”Pura Vida” for ESL Teachers ~ by Laura Dulin...I have lived and taught English in Costa Rica for almost three years. It’s a lush tropical country with kind, welcoming people. I highly recommend it as a place to discover rainforests and the Costa Rican version of Latino culture. There are many ESL jobs available to people even if they have little or no experience teaching. I have

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