I wasn’t exactly “economically viable” at the time. In fact, we were broke. We had lost everything in the financial crisis and my ex had bankrupted me.
I saved money for plane tickets and was only able to fund my trip through a work exchange. I got free rent in exchange for cleaning guesthouses.
It was a wonderland, yes. I was also a maid.
During my trip, I didn’t travel around Costa Rica and survived eating food from the farm, judiciously purchasing beans and rice and other simple sundries from the store to supplement myself.
Though I recognize that my trip sounds extremely privileged — and I don’t disagree with that — I am no Liz Gilbert. I was scraping to survive then just as I am now as a single mother.
And still, because of my skin color and education, I still manage to live my life with a good deal of privilege. But my life has hardly been easy. I’m no kept woman.