Well, I don’t think I should have said what I said about Friday because on Friday afternoon I had my first near death experience. The school day actually went pretty well and directly after school I decided to head to the grocery store so I hopped on the bike that Leslie and I share and took off for the store. A little ways down the road I realized I forgot a helmet which in the states wouldn’t be a big deal but with the traffic and crazy drivers here it makes me nervous to be without it. However I decided just to keep going, but when I got about half way to the grocery store the whole pedal on the left side fell off and my foot slipped off and hit the front tire causing me to crash in the middle of the road. Gracias a Dios there were no cars right behind me and I was able to grab the bike and the pedal and get to the side of the road in time. An old man walking by stopped to make sure I was ok then he proceeded to walk with me towards the center of town. We talked for a while and he asked me if I had learned how to ride a bike in the states and I proceeded to tell him that I learned when I was very little but the bikes I rode in the states didn’t break when I rode them. He was nice, but a little strange and when we parted ways he gave me his phone number and tried to interest me in renting an apartment from him. Oh the interesting people you meet in down town Belén. So, I walked my bike to the store, got my groceries, and managed to coast most of the way back to my house where I cleaned up my scrapes. Besides a few scrapes on my arm and some nice bruises on my chin and on my legs it was mostly my pride that was damaged, but I am very glad that God protected me from crazy Costa Rican drivers.
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