How I Ruined 6th Grade Graduation In Costa Rica
How I ruined 6th grade graduation in Atenas, Costa Rica:
I didn’t speak the language.
Dylana will graduate from sixth grade in a week or so. Since attendance at the graduation ceremony is limited because the school doesn’t have have enough seats for the large extended families of Costa Rica, the school invites friends and family to come to a dinner for the graduates.
At least that’s the impression we were operating under.
Dylana’s mom, Maricela, invited us to attend the dinner.
We were honored and pleased to say yes, we would be happy to attend and of course we would be glad to tote the family to and from the event.
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Soon after we accepted the invitation for the graduation dinner, Nancy discovered it was the same evening as the Atenas Festival of Lights Christmas Parade… the holiday highlight of her year.
The dinner was to start at 6:00; the parade was to start at 6:00 too. But we figured since everything runs late in Costa Rica, the parade wouldn’t really get rolling until 8:00 pm. How long can a dinner for 24 twelve year olds take anyway? Dinner and a couple speeches and we’re outta there by 8:30, correcto?
This was a full blown Costa Rica fiesta…
We were the first to arrive (at 6:00.) But other families were close on our heels
It was held in a rancho on a farm on the outskirts of Atenas. Linen tableclothes, candles on the tables, the whole nine yards. And the people dressed in their absolute finest. The girls were all dolled up with strapless dresses and spiked heels. Sixth grade girls!
The sisters, aunts, mothers, and teachers were all decked out in their most fashionable attire too. And there is one thing for sure in Costa Rica – the women know fashion and love to wear it.
We found our reserved table and parked ourselves.
Cuko, Dylana’s father, arrived shortly after.
First clue that this wasn’t a quicky dinner and speeches: there was a deejay – with disco ball and light show.
These kids were here to Par-tay.
The dee-jay fired things up about 5:30 and the dancing commenced. Three hours later, they were still dancing. The Christmas Parade was well underway.
Nancy looked at me and said “we won’t eat until 10!”
After a couple hours of watching twelve year old girls dancing and giggling like 12 year old girls do. I gotta say… I was ready to vamoose.
See the guy on the left? Yeah, he and I share the same enthusiasm. I looked over later and he had his phone out playing a chess game! Other adults were staring at their phones too… either reading Facebook or texting or who knows what? The twelve year old girls all had their phone out taking selfies. The boys were twelve years old too… so who knows what they were up too!
Since I don’t speak the language, it’s hard to carry on small talk. Hell, the language I do speak sometimes I fail at making small talk. So communicating that we really hadn’t planned on spending the whole evening and well into the night partying with sixth graders, was out of my spanish language skill ability.
So I Facebooked and played solitaire on the phone.
I asked Maricela if Cuko had arrived by car or taxi. Our understanding was that he was picking a guy up arriving from Canada, taking him to his house and then Cuko would come to the party. Nancy and I were planning on it as a matter of fact. They would then have their own way home.
Maricela said Cuko arrived by taxi.
About 9:30, I typed into Google Translate: I am ready to go home. Do you want a ride home? and slid it over in front of Nancy and gave her the look that conveyed… shall I shove this in front of Maricela? Without hesitation, Nancy slid the phone to Maricela.
I excused myself and went to the bathroom.
And thus I ruined the sixth grade graduation party for a twelve-year-old girl. When I came back everybody had assembled ready to load into the car.
First one to leave the party.
Home by ten o’clock.
This morning, I find out that while I was bringing the car up the hill where everyone waited, Dylana told Nancy at at 10:30 the music stopped and everyone would get hats and horns and there was a balloon drop like CARNIVAL or Mardi Gras – Nancy’s second favorite holiday.
I coulda lasted another hour. Really. After all, we missed the Christmas Parade already. I had some podcasts all lined up that could have occupied me that last hour… even longer.
Nobody told me!
Here's how I'm making it through the day... if we had NOT have taken them to the "dinner" in the first place, they probably would not have gone and Dylana would have missed ALL the sixth grade graduation fiesta.
Yeah… fail. Cue the Fail Trombone music again.
Civic duty. Chin up, ol’ boy.
Mike, thanks for the thought, but we missed the parade AND the end of the party. NOBODY is speaking too me!
That’s pretty damn funny. Tragically funny, but funny nonetheless.
Tragic is just the right word (if I was a 12 year old girl.) Why is my guilt so long-lasting? I guess I’ll just go out and buy her a car. (NOT)
One of the first reality checks when I got here was the length of the fiestas. Not used to hanging out doing nothing all day… and I’m in the same boat with the language. Everyone in the family now understands that I NEED to do the dishes… much more acceptable than leaving early. Totally understand how you feel!
Hi Niki, I still can convince Nancy that we can be 60 minutes “late” and be the first to arrive. Thanks for the insight on doing dishes.