They loaded Lana into a jeep, which would take her to a boat, up the river, to another jeep, and then to the hospital. As I watched them lift her into the car, terrified and in pain, the knot in my throat doubled - it threatened to push upward, pry open my mouth, and thrust into the universe all the anger and fear and grief I had brought with me to Costa Rica.
The next morning, I awoke, unrested, to a chorus of noise - birds, monkeys and insects all coordinating in a jungle symphony alarm clock. After checking my shoes, the floor, and every article of clothing for anything that could kill or maim me, I made my way back to the long, wooden table.
Through the years, my travel anxiety has evolved. And while I understand it more now, it is still a tricky beast and has nearly prevented me from traveling many times. So, I’ve developed a few go-to tips that help me when I’m gripped by the familiar fears of a travel transition.