The third post from Cameron on planning a Destination Wedding in Costa Rica.

When going to a foreign country, especially one you've never been to, you've got to expect the unexpected. I looked at every detail of the trip as a journey. I was prepared that something crazy would happen along the way and I'd just "go with the flow." Little did I know that my journey would begin prior to leaving the states. Scott and I traveled to Durham the night before so we would have a head start to catch our plane the next morning at some ungodly hour of the morning. So, we were in a new city and waiting for our table to be ready for dinner. We decided that this would be a good time for us to fill up the gas tank. We drove and drove looking for a gas station and ran out of gas right in front of the restaurant...then the buzzer went off letting us know that our table was ready, figures!!  So, we were in a strange city, hungry and out of gas. After about 50 cars passed us without giving us another thought, I began to miss our little town where people are so willing to stop and help others. I wish that I could say that I reacted with grace, but I must admit that I shrunk down in my seat in embarrassment (thinking what in the world am I doing a man that runs out of gas), while my fiancé walked down the highway to the nearest gas station.