So the day began like any other day in Costa Rica: with a lot of rain.

Now when I say rain, I don't mean a little drizzle that makes your hair damp. This rain was intense. Sheets of water pelted down upon my group as we emerged from the van and sprinted toward the shelter of the nearby building. Upon entering, with each of us resembling something like a wet dog that just emerged from a pool, we were told to suit up.

Suit Up?