Hehe... Good start?

Current location: Library UNA, Heredia, Costa Rica 9°59'54'' N 84°6'37'' W

I had planned the most spectacular blog post. But then my computer died. Instead there will be no colorful pictures of exotic animals and beautiful beaches; there will only be text. Plain old text. I arrived to the town where I will keep my residency last night. I realize as I am writing this that my acute hunger is probably affecting the positivity of this post, and that I should probably stop writing. I am hangry, but the show must go on, and I don't know when I will have Internet or a functioning computer to borrow for some time ahead. The town of Heredia has gated communities and colorful houses, much of what I expected to find in a Latin American town. The house where I will (maybe) be staying is within one of these gates and looks cozy and nice on the inside. However, I realized as I woke up this morning that my bed smells of mold, and I am unsure how I should react to this fact. Being Swedish I am very inclined to say that I simply wont have it and take my things and find better housing, but as my dead computer can attest: It is very humid here. If I don't take this housing, what is there to say that all the other places aren't the same? Would I manage to live in a place for months where it smells like mold? Will I get sick? My friend Ludvig that will be arriving in a month to help me with the project doesn't seem to mind. I mind. I really do. I guess the easiest solution might be to simply buy a new mattress. But at the same time I don't want to offend the owners with “your house is moldy and it does not meet my superior Scandinavian standards”. Obviously I wouldn't say it like that, but I have a hard time believing that they would take it any other way. I feel like I did when I was sixteen and was dumped in an empty room without linens or blankets as a lost exchange student in the US. I remember sitting down on the floor thinking repeatedly “It'll be OK, it's gonna be awesome” followed by “what the hell did I get myself into”. I am a grown woman now, but I feel like a child. I am all about breaking comfort levels, and surely I am doing that right now. I am in a place with no street names, directions are used in distances from landmarks that don't exist anymore, and I have no idea if my project is going to successful or even what exactly I will be doing here. Maybe I should just sit down on the floor and repeatedly say to myself “ “It'll be OK, it's gonna be awesome”. It worked last time.

#costarica #firstday