I do have friends here. There is a great community of people that we work alongside and hang out with on occasion. I am not suffering from a lack of community. I think it's more a lack of depth, of intimacy, of knowing what the limits are - what's safe or not safe to say, a lack of knowing and being known.
The language barrier doesn't help. It's hard to make friends when you are too afraid to open your mouth for fear of whatever butchered, half-baked, incoherent Spanish might come out. I am always left feeling like I can't express myself to my would-be Tico friends. The last time we were in the states, my brother asked a wise question as we talked about my ongoing second language acquisition: "Can you be funny in Spanish?" The answer is absolutely not! Sarcasm, quick whit, snappy come backs - it all gets lost in the strained and stuttered bumble of words that make their way painfully out of my mouth. I can barely order a Happy Meal, let alone crack a joke. I don't know why humor is so important to me, but it is. I feel the most connected with other people when we are laughing together. I hide my "I don't get it" face as I laugh along with the group, or nod and smile when the whole church erupts in laughter at something that the (apparently) hilarious pastor has said. Even when I have NO IDEA what is going on, I laugh. I can't help it. Whoever said that laughter is contagious was right. Although, I have also heard that laughter is the best medicine. Wouldn't scientist wet their pants at the discovery of contagious medicine?
Once, right after we arrived and were struggling through our Spanish studies, we were walking down the street when two guys emerged from a gated yard. They were both laughing really hard. As we passed them, Jamison grabbed my hand and said, "Hey Mom, everybody laughs in English."
What a relief. Okay, maybe it's not English, but he's right. We all laugh in the same language. Thank God for that. Best medicine...viral contagion...whatever....I'm just happy that there is a reprieve from loneliness. In increments of chuckely, giggly, rosy cheeked minutes, I feel less and less lonely. I have hope that the shallow beginnings of friendship I have now are soon to be deeply satisfying relationships. My spanish is coming along, slowly but surely. I think I'll even have a real conversation some day. We'll see. But for now, I will laugh, smile, nod....sorta play along...as I get to know people and they get to know me.