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 very nicely in a black business suit. After asking him to talk slower, I gathered that by walking four blocks to the south I would surely reach my destination. I made my way to the end of the four blocks, but I soon got the feeling that I had been misled. Instead of giving up completely, I asked the next person I saw. The younger woman in a pair of black slacks and a classy blue shirt pointed me up the road. That seemed easy enough so I continued my journey. Once again I was misdirected; this time I just wandered around the block. I thought that perhaps the instructions were correct and I was in the general vicinity. I turned, walked straight, and turned again until I looked around and realized I was abs
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