This blog post was written by Global Gap Fellow Felix Soto.
Stepping off the plane, I was immediately hit by the humidity. Air so thick you can swim in it is nothing new for me, I’m from the Southeastern US. Hot soup for air is kinda our thing. What I wasn’t prepared for was getting stuck at immigration due to an address mistake, breaking down crying, and having the immigration officer take pity on me and figure it out himself.
I finally get to my house for the next three months and the first thing I notice is the noise. The house is right off a major road with cars and motorcycles zipping by well into the night. Anyone who has met me knows that loud noises are not my jam.
I realllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy miss America. I knew I was going to miss my friends, family, and some locations, but I didn’t realize how much I miss America as its own entity. I often found myself calling my mom to say that I miss being where things make sense. For example, pedestrians do not have the right of way in Costa Rica. To me, that is slightly illogical because I will definitely lose in a 1v1 against a car so don’t make me legally responsible for not getting hit.