As soon as you get off the plane in Costa Rica you notice the mountains. Everyone one at the airport was extremely helpful. Then I met one of my translators (we had three). Her name was Ishi and she would become my new best friend. Driving through San Jose reminded you of New York City. Especially the traffic. Then we arrived at the host church Hogar de Fe. This would become my new home for the next seven days. I miss the morning breeze and mountain view.  My bed was located in the corner, next to the window. This was great for the breeze but the city wakes up at 5 am. I got use to cars, and dogs. Also, the occasional parade that celebrated a Saints Day. It wasn’t the safest neighborhood but this bench was a great place to sit and watch people walk by. The gates were locked most of the time but we all ventured out to explore the local shops. Just never alone.