It was January 2020, and there was talk of a mysterious disease in China.  It seemed localized, and the idea of a pandemic was not yet known, so after a year of planning, I and my friend went to Cambodia as scheduled. We went through Hong Kong, Singapore, and arrived in Siem Reap.  It was foreign in a way so totally different from my own culture….I was unprepared, enthralled, and stunned by the generosity of spirit, friendliness,and the opulence of the hotels contrasted with the poverty all around us.  We saw amazing temples, once in a lifetime adventures. So much beauty, and the reality of disparities. At the end of our 12 days, we were both changed by our experiences, as we boarded our flight. We made it from Siem Reap to Singapore, where we were questioned if we had been ill, and our temperature was taken.  In Hong Kong we were told to deplane, marched through a specific path with security not allowing us to diverge from the path.  We were given masks, questioned again, and marched to our plane and told we must wait on the plane, not in the airport, without any explanation.  When we touched down in the US, we were checked for fever and illness, and sent on our way.  I caught a commuter flight home, and had no idea what I would see at work in a few days. My world seemed different already, between culture shock and a feeling of foreboding, but nothing prepared.me.for.what was next.