Dancing, Dead Fish, and El Mirador

The night started out at Lelo's. A highschool Girl Scout troop and I headed off for dinner before our scheduled merengue/bacchata/cumbia/salsa lessons. Once we arrived, I was told that there wasn't enough tilapia for me. Slightly heartbroken, I pretended to be in the mood for pork. But when Elvira (Lelo's wife) saw me turn to a friend and frown in an exaggerated, "pity me and give me some of yours" kind of way, she immediately sent her 11 year old daughter Natalia out to the ponds to catch me a big one :) And as you can see, she did. I tried (very unsuccessfully) to catch it myself- but alas, I could not match the fish-netting prowess of this 11 year old tica. For your viewing pleasure, I have included some before and after shots of my unfortunate dinner date.



Side note: The woman snogging the aquatic vertebrate is Lindsay, my supervisor. I think I'll spare the thousand words about how awesome she is...the picture does a pretty good job.

Javier Vega was our ambiguously gay dance instructor and, to quote one of the sassier girl scouts, "had an ass I would kill for. I wish I had jeans that fit me like that!" Between the 6 girl scouts, 3 female volunteers, and one Lindsay, Javier had his hands full! He did, however, have some help from Fernando, the adorable 9 year old son of a cleaning lady at the Ecolodge. He also had some help from me, who attempted to learn all of the man's moves, much to the amusement of the San Luis women who came to gringa-gawk. Elvira and Rosey watched as I clumsily spun my friend Dallas into oblivion, their eyes teary with laughter. Howling as I shimmied towards her, they managed to squeeze out a few "ponga la mano mas bajo!"s between these bouts of uncontrollable giggling. After 2 very sweaty hours, lots of laughs, dancing with the dogs, and spraining some wrists (I now understand how hard it is to spin girls. FML), the scouts and I were latin-dance-certified and ready to head back to the Ecolodge with our cab driver Alex!

Or were we?
The scouts were pooped, but I was just getting started. My roommate Dallas came up with the brilliant idea of asking Alex to come get some beers with us and drink up at the mirador, a gorgeous lookout point from which you can see the Gulf of Nicoya on the Pacific coast. Alex was all for it, so we dropped off the girls, picked up Reid the Administrative Intern, and headed right back to Lelo's to score us some Imperials. The following series of pictures describe the randomness and hilarity of our night. Game of choice: yell out a scenario and capture the emotional reaction to it in photo-form. Enjoy. :)

STARTING HERE

1: "Tripped over a midget".


2: "After-sex face"






3: "Dancing with a guy at a club and realizing that he is a little too excited"





4: "During-sex face"












5: "You just stepped on a cockroach with your bare feet"












6: "Took a sip of lemon-lime powerade. Wasn't powerade at all. It was urine."

7: "Opened the toilet seat to take a piss. Found a chiuaua."















8: "Dancing to Dont Stop Till You Get Enough"

















9: "MUY MUY alegre"

















10: Triste!



















11: "I have a beer sticker on my forehead"









12: "Something is about to fall on me/algo va a caer"