Picture someone else took of San Pedro Spanish School.  Everyday my teacher and I would set up in one of the little huts and chat for 2.5 hours, get a half hour break and return for one more hour.

By the end of my three weeks in San Pedro, the afternoons started to look like this just before the rain came in.  Quite dramatic and moody, but really inconvenient when the streets turned to rivers and the little dirt paths between the hostels into mud pits.  I did enjoy being inside during the rain, though, because most of the buildings had tin roofs, so when it was only sprinking it sounded like rain was pouring down.