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Day 4:  May 26, 2007

     Go Go Power Rangers!  This morning the Power Rangers all assembled for a quick breakfast before we prepared our things for the trip to the Quitirissi Indian Reserve.  Noel was dubbed the Green Ranger since they both are nowhere to be found *coughcoughAiportcoughcough.*Our president, Ivy, was named the Red Ranger since they are both leaders and Shaina is the Yellow Ranger since she’s smart and a girl.  Since I am the King of Blues, I was given the title of Blue Ranger and Cate got the leftover: the Pink Ranger.

     After we got on our bus and drove past some beautiful billboards with Shakira on them, we arrived at our destination- the Indian Reserve.  We bought Maurice a nice straw hat and made our way down a beautiful yet slippery mud path.  At the end was a quaint little hut where we learned about Costa Rican Indian culture/history from Choto, the shaman.  After I managed to take a few final snapshots before my camera died, we headed back up the hill.  I then managed to find some batteries from Jennifer and another Rotarian and we went to the local school.  We were treated to very eloquent speeches from Rotarians, Costa Ricans, and even a fifth grade girl named Maria and a kindergartener named Manuel.  It was amazing to see these young children speak so articulately about such important issues like water.  We watched several dances, making me a little tired of going back and forth from my seat to the stage.  To end the trip we ate a nice lunch where I got a little depressed when someone I sat near told the tale of the people in
India who would dig through the trash to eat the leftover scraps of my salad that I didn’t eat.  We left as Ivy gave Maria a hug for the 5,798,342^nd time and waved goodbye. 

     We arrived back at out hotel and after a quick nap, Noel and I played Marco Polo in the pool, which I learned I suck at.  We then joined a blogging Shaina, a studying Ivy, a sleeping Jennifer, and a bored-out-of-her-mind Cate.  We played some more Upwords which I am horrible at as well.

     Apparently I missed the memo about “Be Mean to Matthew Day.”  After trying to be perky after they called me obnoxious, and really weird, and told me to shut up; I just ignored them and went to the corner with several sheets and towels over my head.  But then they just threw stuff at me and kicked me. Finally Jennifer woke up and saved me from their evil torture.  After blogging, we did some errands and ate some scrumdiddlyumptious calamari we went out for dinner.

     We split up and went to different tables where I met Wilson, Rodolfo, and another Rotarian.  We discussed camera types, zip lining, and coconut candies until we ate dinner and watched some wonderful dances.  One of them even reminded of the blues dance I do in my play where I get rejected by all the girls; but in mine the girls don’t take off masks and reveal skulls and horse heads.  To end the night, Shaina, Noel, and I walked around the town square where I took some beautiful picture of the two of them.

     Finally we went back to the hotel, talked about our favorite part of the day, and filmed us being crazy and tired.  Oh, and Cate growled at the camera like a tiger.  Good Night.

P.S.  Shaina had a very romantic moment today.  She met this Asian guy at the Indian Reserve and they stared into the rainforest on a balcony together.  Then at the last slippery hill, Shaina ran over, held his hand, and pulled him up as he almost fell down to his imminent demise.  How romantic!  Watch out, Kevin!  You’ve got some competition.