2013 was a decent year, but I was seeking more as if I had a certain void to fill. I told myself I wanted to jump out of my comfort-zone and detach myself from all the novelties that a New Year's celebration in the states would likely bring. I appreciated all the fun that was my 2012 countdown: glitter, sparkles, balloons and chomping, what was it, seven grapes in a cup for good luck? But I can't explain what it was that prompted me to take such a bold move.
So Dec. 31, 2013, there I was, by myself on a plane to Tocumen airport, with just my iPad and a duffel bag. I was going to stay at a family friend's "casita" on the other side of the country, close to the Costa Rican border in hopes of helping with their orphanage. And oh, what an adventure it was.
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