Bomba!

costa rican culture is awesome. every friday here at interculturea, we have a culture class, and this week's class was about Bombas. bombas are short 4 line poems with end rhymes on lines 2 and 4, that generally make fun of people, or tell a girl you like hyer ina really funny way, or are just totally rediculous. theyre told in these festivals, and are totally unexpected, someone will yell BOMBA! as loudly as possible, and start telling their bomba, and then someone will think up their own bomba on the spot, and they kind of spar verbally back and forth, the whole group getting into it. theres lots of yelling and cheering. theyre kind of like limericks, or yo mama jokes. anyways, during this class, we had to write a bomba, our was about the crazy drivers in costa rica. it goes something like

Bomba!
la gente maneja loca
cuándo ando por la calle
a los conductores digo
"más despacio mae!"
uyuyuy, papita! and then you screma as highpitched and loudly as you can

so my teacher, Ilsen told us that we should yell out our bomba at graduacion (where all of the kids who have finished at intercultura that week get certificates and make speeches and things) so we did. a friend and I, after everyone had gotten their certificates stood up, yelled out BOMBA!!! and all the teachers start laughing. after we performed ours, EVERY teacher up there starts coming up with some, making fun of eachother, of sámara....mostly of eachother though, it went on for about 20 minutes of verbal sparring in rhyme, and by the end, everyone was in stitches. it rocked.

this weekend we braved costa rican roads (they would make you cringe Dad, most of the potholes are bigger than me, sometimes I think there's more pothole than road!) and went up to a little artisan villiage called guatíl where they hand make these HUGE pots out of the local sand and clay, and using all local earth for the glazes. it was just gorgeous, there was this little old man making these HUGE pots (ollas) faster than I have ever seen anyone make pottery before in my life! his tools were a gourd, and an old corn cob, and MAN his hands just FLEW! it was so simple, when I get home, I want to try his technique. he used mostly coils of clay. it was so cool. anywaysd, this weekend was pretty lazy other than that. lots of reading, swimming while the sun set (god I love watching tropical sunset from inside the ocean!) LOTS of schooling people in soccer en la playa (on the beach) and learning pingpong. apparently I rock for a first timer, it such a fun game. the5re was this 8 year old, I kid you not, at the bar, la gondola that has all of the cool games - even jenga! no catan though :( - that was just CLEANING house. I have NEVER seern anyone that good at poot...he even kickes my friend jedwards' ass! and he's EIGHT. holy crap it was fun to watch. anyways, time to finish my book in the hammock and get some more bugspraqy and sunscreen. this will be my THIRD bottle of bug spray since arriving in Sámara. yeah.

pura vida!!