Walking through San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica, was like jumping into a river. Save the “getting your feet wet” for Spanish class. Each of the 16 members of this school trip, including myself, were floundering, hardly able to escape the sensory overload. Our deer-in-the-headlight looks were cues to vendors, who approached us in attempts to sell. We were trying to take everything in: the buildings, the people, the bird noise, the Spanish flowing all around. We drifted along, carried by the crowds going through their everyday routines.