The plane landed with a jolt. Tropical splendor rushed by revealing itself in brief glimpses.

I waited with anticipation, glancing out the window and listening for the annoucement to disembark. I was about to began a journey of a lifetime. I knew it. The air was thick with it. My excitement and apprehension mingled like an unexpected electrical shock.

As I stepped out of the plane into the thick humid air of Costa Rica, I was suddenly ovecome by an unexpected sense of peace. Suddenly, I could see with cyrstal clarity.

The worries, pestilences of my mind, fell away one by one.

Unimportant.

I stepped off the plane unencumbered. My metopharical baggage lost in transit. I for one was in no hurry to recover it.