Things I haven't gotten used to / Cosas que no me he acostumbrado

The Good		The Bad
The view: A cloud-shrouded mountain, with Turrialba sitting quietly in the valley below		Tossing toilet paper in the trash can. I've had more than one reflexive "oops" drops into the toilet.
The sounds. One bird sounds like a video game, I swear.		Looking for scorpion claws to emerge from the sink drain whenever I wash my hands.
Occasionally hearing/seeing a toucan. You always hear them first; they sound like a cross between a duck and a crow.		Smiling and nodding at everyone and everything because that's the only communication I've got left.
My clothes aren't wrinkled. Humidity does wonders.		The dampness in everything: my sheets, my clothes, my papers, my skin (I won't expound)
The size of the mosquitoes. They're scarcely bigger than a gnat, and their bites are proportionately sized. But they really like my ankles.		Not understanding a lick of what someone says to me.
Studying outside. On a porch overlooking a rainforest.		Sunsets at 6:00pm. It's really hard to stay up past 8:00.
The varieties of fruits. I probably wouldn't choose to eat many of them if I found them in the woods; they look like they might sprout wings and try to eat me.
Getting anywhere I want in town with $0.40 on the bus or $2 in a taxi.