After a hectic night of delays, negotiating with airline reps, switching planes, and a red-eye flight, we finally landed in San Jose (actually Alajuela), Costa Rica, at about 6am. As soon as the seatbelt sign was turned off and the bonanza of tourists excitedly stood up in unison, I immediately had an overwhelming urge to empty the contents of my churning stomach. After a sleepless night, alternating hot & cold flashes, and a bit a claustrophobia, my stomach was ready to erupt. It’s ironic that in a little over 24 hours we would be visiting an active volcano where you can peer directly into a gurgling acid lake. Our adventure had begun!