My weekend in a nutshell

Okay, here's the deal: Costa Ricans are usually very nice, but some are certainly creepers (just like in the US). I met three Costa Rican men this weekend at a bakery while trying to read my book and eat my cake in silence. Here's how it went down (this was the most interesting thing I did on Saturday, trust me). So I'm sitting there trying to read Angels and Demons in Spanish, and some guy (who was missing most of his teeth, which should have been my first sign to ignore him) comes up and asks if I like to read. Trying to be polite, I tell him yes that I like to read to practice Spanish. He then sees my volleyball t-shirt and asks if I play sports. When I tell him yes, he proceeds to say that I have great legs so I must be athletic. Ooooookay...officially uncomfortable. I turned back to my book purposefully, hoping he would leave me alone. He did, for a minute. He returned a moment later with some plant thing that smelled good and gave it to me. Thanks? Then he told me again how beautiful I was and how great my legs were. By this point, I was so done talking to him. He asked where I lived, and rather than give that information (duh) I told him that I was waiting for my parents who were next door in the grocery store (so not true). Then I pretended that I couldn't understand him anymore and continued to read. He finally left, and I refused to leave the cafe for another hour in case he was waiting for me. A few moments after he left, I met the second "man," a little boy about 5-6 years old. He was adorable. He could tell right away that I was from the US, so he started talking to me about Tony Hawk and Sean White while showing me tricks on his little finger skateboard. He mom finally pulled him away from my table, but before he could leave, I gave him my "plant gift" from the creeper to take home. Right after he left, the owner of the bakery's brother, a slightly older man, came over to talk to me (yeah, I didn't really get to read much). He noticed that I had been there studying for awhile and wanted to know what I was doing in Costa Rica. When I told him I was studying here, he said we should chat to practice my Spanish. We talked about his kids and my studies and differences between the US and Costa Rica. He was super sweet and not at all creepy. I think that the appearance of the child and the nice gentleman was the Lord's little reminder to that Costa Rica is filled with nice people and I shouldn't worry too much about the weirdos. 
After that eventful Saturday, I was ready to chill on Sunday. Fortunately, Hannah arrived and we spent most of the afternoon together talking and walking. Her family is super nice and her papa tico told me that I am welcome in their home any time. The only downside of the day was that I burned like a tomato. Eh well, at least I will look more tican now!