After three orientations, multiple e-mails containing various information, and a hectic morning of trying to finish the packing process, I finally made it to the airport and joined my group at the gate right on time. We boarded our plane and after three long hours, we were finally in Costa Rica. Because the process of trying to get here was so intense, I had very little opportunity to really think about actually being here. Landing in San Jose was one amazing feeling. I felt like I had accomplished so much by this simple event. I had been accepted into the program. I had delved into the process. But most importantly, I had brought myself to do something more out of my comfort zone than I ever expected. I had set my mind to something and accomplished my goal. A few short minutes and I was in love with my trip. However, with all good things come a few bumps in the road.
Because the group was scattered about the flight, I was unaware of anyone's whereabouts after unloading from the plane. As I followed the passengers out of the plane, I wondered what to do. I looked around for familiar faces but saw none, so I followed the signs to immigration. With my head turning in every direction and my eyes constantly darting, I continued to search for my group. After waiting in line for about ten or fifteen minutes (what really felt like thirty or forty), I decided to check my e-mail for directions. Turns out we were to meet as a group before heading for customs. Panicing, I ran back towards the gates. Spotting my group, I frantically tried to explain where I had been. As I calmed down, we made our way for customs. Though the lady checking my forms was rude and condescending, I was finally safe to say I was in Costa Rica.
The rest of the day consisted of easy transitions. We met our driver, Johnny. We ate at a little restaurant outside of the airport. And we arrived at UGA's Costa Rica campus. Each step of the way, the people were nicer than I could have ever imagined. Traveling to France last summer, I encountered numerous occasions in which I was treated rudely because I was not familiar with the language. Though I tried my best to make conversation to the best of my ability in French, I always received a sarcastic response in English. Here, I am 0% fluent in the national language. However, every time I ask for an item or directions, I am greeted with a smile and either gestures, if they do not speak English, or broken English, rather than a snarky comment.
If I have learned anything today, it is that when foreigners visit our country, we should accept and help them. In America, we expect everyone visiting to comprehend and speak our language. When we travel, we expect the same. Rather than seeing our language as the dominant or "right way", we should simply be more understanding and welcoming. A smile can always go a long way. :)
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