Between worlds

Still no internet.

After I came home from school, we went to San Marcos to put some money in the bank. This time we did have to wait in line. It took about 20 minutes, which is nothing in Costa Rica. When our turn came, we were lucky enough to get Luis to serve us again. We exchanged pleasantries, as you do, and then Kevin handed him some travellers cheques to deposit into our account. He had never seen travellers cheques before, so he had to go ask a manager what to do with them. He came back and we told him Kevin had to sign them. He didn't know nor did the manager. Then he had to enter every one in the computer, which took what seemed like an eternity, but we were very grateful they didn't refuse them, so we sat there patiently. I feel like we're living between worlds... between first and third to be exact. I don't know if there's such a thing as second world countries, but if there are, then Costa Rica is one of them. And if there's no such thing then I'm prepared to take full credit for coining the phrase. Costa Rica is so backward (or what I perceive to be backward) at one level yet it is sprinkled with technology, good education, great health care and so forth. It is such a strange mix, I have to say and takes some getting used to.