Every building started looking the same and the streets were blurring together as I walked the avenues of San Jose, Costa Rica. I was supposed to be at a university called ULACIT over an hour before, and I had the feeling that the other twenty-two Rotary Exchange Students had arrived just fine. As I continued wandering the streets in a desperate attempt to find this university, my feet were blistering and time seemed to fly. When I checked my watch, I couldn't believe that I was over four hours late. I still I had not called my host family or the gentleman in charge, Tomas. I knew that I had to find something that looked familiar to me, or I might be stuck wandering for the rest of my life. The sun was beating and sweat was dripping down my face and back. I was certain if I ever found my way back, I would pull all of Tomas' hair out with my hands. I am sure he could have given me better directions.
I had made up my mind that I hated Costa Rica. Only an evil country would not name their streets. I needed to ask for directions and maybe get a general idea of where I was. The four people I stopped for directions gave me four different answers. The first person I stopped was a man dressed ve
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The idea had not occurred to me that calling my all-too-worried host parents was an action that I should have taken. That seemed easy enough so I continued my journey. The bus was there waiting, it seemed, just for me. Soon, I knew, the frustration of the day would be a memory, pleasant or unpleasant, but there always. After having searched for this building for over five hours, I had to find my way back to the central part of the city. After asking him to talk slower, I gathered that by walking four blocks to the south I would surely reach my destination. I knew everybody had a general knowledge to the location of the theatre, so I asked a few people, and I made my way back to the central part in about half an hour. My eyes were beginning to water, and my back was very tense. Sitting in the seat, I reflected on the day that I had just spent wandering around town, and I had to let out a short laugh. Once again I was misdirected; this time I just wandered around the block. I was utterly shocked when they told me that there was no university called ULACIT. I just about cried when they answered me. I heaved a sigh of relief as only one thing went my way from the chaos I was living in this twenty-four hour period. After being lost for a day, I had never been so relieved to lie down and rest my pounding feet.
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