Mis Padres

I have to admit that my parents made me a little worried. I rushed home from school and walked right up to Noche de Paz, worried for the first time about my parents in transit. I remembered how stressful it was for me to travel to Quesada being young, reckless, y hablando espanol. Driving after two weeks in Costa Rica was stressful enough, and here they were, about to get off of the plane and drive through the crazy winding and mountain roads between Alejuela and San Carlos. How would they ever make it?
I was feeling antsy, sitting on the curb with Luna, when I impatiently looked up and saw a mini SUV pull into the drive with my parents inside. What a relief! I followed them to the padrking lot, hugged them, and checked out their vehicle. We then went over to meet Dagoberto and had an awkward translated exchange. I felt so desperate for them to like my place, and was relieved when they did.
We went down to get my things at Anna's house and I said my good bye's while my dad waited in the car. When I returned to the hotel, we walked down to find somewhere to eat, zigzagging through one way streets and being indecisive about where to eat. We ended up at the Mariscos place that I ate at with Cindie and J, after being directed by a concerned Tica.
The next morning, I ran, showed my dad where to get coffee (the only to go place is at the bus station) and headed on my way to school. feeling all the while strangely full circle being back at where I started my trip.