"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 …showed first 75 words of 958 total…

…showed last 75 words of 958 total…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.