My humble beach hut, with open-air bathroom in the back. The other four days were pure tropical bliss, leaving plenty of time for beaches, sun, fishing, exploring the jungle, meeting locals, and eating seafood. Instead, I tried my luck at the fish market, where a local fisherman and his crew agreed to take me fis.

Get me outta here! The Life of an Aspiring Physician-Scientist. Lean not on your own understandings. But for now, my mind is restless as I remember the reasons I am here. With our upcoming wedding in Guatemala, my first thought was to spare friends and family from anecdotal evidence that Central America can be scary. Why tell them about intestine-eating parasites, dying children, and less than ideal living situations? Why risk not having guests at my big day? .