What is appropriate etiquette when invited to a local home for dinner in a foreign country? This question was the source of much anxiety during my recent trip to Kenya, as part of the C.K. Prahalad Fellowship at the Ross School of Business.
At the 5,000-foot summit of a mountain in Wanaka, New Zealand, I cried. I was sitting on the ground eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich after having trekked up the nearly four miles of straight incline trail. There was salt on my face from the sweat, chilling against my skin in the breeze.
I knew during my senior year of high school that in college I would want to study abroad. I remember making the final decision on the exact location and program my freshman year at the University of Michigan after a heartbreak.
We had just left the local hospital in Jarabacoa, Dominican Republic, where we displayed an automated surgical warming mattress that had taken a year to develop. The hospital we were addressing was in a dire situation.