Our flight arrived in Costa Rica via Atlanta around 9 o'clock p.m. on Saturday night. Going through customs was painless, and as soon as we passed through the checkpoint where our bags were waiting outside for us. We then boarded our bus to go to Veritas Universidad. Our host families were waiting for us outside. Nolan Page is my roommate and out host lady is a grandmother about the age of 65 or so. She was waiting with her daughter and grandson, who drove us four or five blocks to the house we will be staying in for the next month. Her daughter and grandson just picked us up to make sure everyting went alright and drove home because she spoke pretty good English. One thing I had to get used to was that every house and high fences with barbed and razor wire on top of that. If that is not enough, I have to open 4 doors just to get inside the house. After the plethora of doors were opened and locked safely behind us, we got to see the meticulous inside of her house. Everything was in order without a speck of dust anywhere. She showed us to our rooms, where I got a double bed that when I first sat on it sank just about as much as a rock does when you sit on it. I got my own room and closet so I could not complain. One of the first things she told us was "no aqua". She told us that in the next afternoon it would be back on and that it would be "calientes", but that was not completely true.