Whoever said, “getting there is half the fun” never traveled from Fredericksburg to Lake Atitlán, Guatemala, during spring break. I know this because there was nothing fun about my trip between such points. Unless, of course, you find dealing with airlines that are bothered by your existence, listening to teenage missionaries sing their praises for hours on end, and traveling some of the absolute worst roads known to the history of mankind fun. I don’t. And didn’t. But then again it was worth the pain for what I got in the end.