They call me the Wanderer
"They Call Me the Wanderer"
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 …
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…havoc on me that day. The bus started on the way home, and shortly, I was in front of my host house.
As I walked into my host house, a feeling of security swept over me. I knew that being home meant that the frustration of the day was gone, at least for that day. After being lost for a day, I had never been so relieved to lie down and rest my pounding feet.
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