Friday night was the school owner's birthday, so a bunch of us piled into an SUV and went to his house for a party. It was mostly just people from the school for the first couple of hours. That period of time was a blur of rapid-fire Spanish, salsa music, and quickly-downed Imperial tallboys. More people arrived and eventually I started hearing a bit more English.

I wandered around, meeting people unconnected with the school. It was an odd mix, no doubt. Yet it seemed completely normal. Costa Rica isn't a melting pot - it's more of a grab bag. Random people thrown together for random reasons. There's a red-eyed surfer dude from Michigan. There's a well-dressed businessman with million dollar dreams. There are travelers and Ticos. And they all have pretty good stories.

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