Our 1st trip outside of visiting the magic kingdom was to Costa Rica in 1998.  As we hung out waiting for our flight to Central America in the LAX terminal, culture shock hit me.  I couldn’t understand the instructions given over the PA by the airline attendant.  I suffered in absolute dread: where were we going & what have I done. Sensing my discomfort, Rhoneil assured me those words were in English… that wasn’t reassuring!  There was an overwhelming mix of passengers including many people headed to Guatamala carrying chicken. Continue reading →