I took one girl to Honduras who had issues with cleanliness. Not her cleanliness, mind you, but everyone else. She really had a hard time with being touched on the hand. She knew not from whence this particular phobia came, but it was how she was nonetheless. She would not hold hands in prayer, with a boyfriend, or shake hands. It drove her mad to think of it. Only her best friends knew this about her and shared it with me before the trip. They were afraid the Latin American touchy-feely issue would freak her out. Long story short, it didn’t. Well, not on the outside (and that’s what mattered).