I just finished reading a fabulous book, Where the Jungle Meets the Sea, by C.L. White. In the first chapter, she boldly addresses an issue that I wrestled with for sixteen years in Costa Rica: being approached for money because of the assumption that a pale, freckled-face foreigner from the United States would have lots of it.
I met White circa 2009 at a language school that we both worked at in Heredia, Costa Rica, and we became friends. Several years later, she returned to her home state of...