The school program was on Friday again this year. The boys all got dressed up in the traje tipico and at the last second, one of them remembered that often boys will draw mustaches on with face paint. And then another one remembered that we still had these goofy fuzzy stick on mustaches my mom brought on one of her trips. Oh.my.word. I was laughing all night over these kids!
Forrest kept saying things like "These shoes look more like what a campeino would wear." or, "It's ok that it's raining mom, campesinos are made to get wet and get coffee stains on their shirts!" This kid!
Per usual, it was raining, so much of the program at school happened inside. We were encouraged to be at school right on time, 5:30. Which we were, but it took another 45 minutes to get the program started. Things like, oh yeah, all the kids need to go get their xylophones from the music room across campus in the rain before we can start. Not sure I will ever fully understand with this warm culture stuff. Oh, and then, since there was a gym full of kids with xylophones, guess what happened? yeah. The MC for the night had to keep telling they to stop playing them. Ha!
Forrest did a good job playing the 5 notes he remembered on his xylophone, and then just looking cute when he couldn't remember. He also did a killer job yelling "VIVA COSTA RICA!" and throwing his hat in the air. School programs. They are weird, no matter what part of the world you are in!
Anyway, we didn't lose him in the crowd this year, which was a step up from last year, and everyone came home tired and slept well into the morning light!