Recently for me, the train stopped, and I stepped from its platform in another new land to visit a thoroughly busy station with people going like ants all over the place, yet I was oblivious to them. I looked back at the forested mountain and the dark opening of the tunnel from which my train had arrived, and then turned forward again watching the cars stream from me on uncharted tracks into the sunset. I took a deep breath and realized that the American Dream and its achievement isn’t what life ought to be about. Finding that best school for the kids isn’t what going to help them succeed; though learning is going to be the key to their happiness. Getting that pretty girl didn’t lead me to a life of happiness. I came to wonder who really is happier, the woman with the baby on her back pounding sorghum in front of the mud hut in West Africa, or the glamorous model on the cover of People magazine? Going to live in a developing country certainly provides one with a fresh, new perspective about life’s journey. Remaining on that path is different than staying in the land of one’s origin, yet fraught with many of the same perspectives and interspersed with physical, social, and cultural differences, dilemmas, happiness, and sadness found everywhere. The memorial plaque at Gandhi Park in San Isidro quotes the Mahatma as saying ‘there is no such thing as a walk for peace. The walk is the peace.’ Unfortunately, by the time a person finally realizes there is no greener world and that they want to gain from the experiences learned from their long walk, they are usually too old and spent to be able to appreciate that knowledge.