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And in the tradition of any American who has ever traveled to a developing country: I am the white baby. It can be hard to recognize among other Americans. Then: the eyes of that adorable 4-year-old in Mexico light up because I don’t understand the asking price (typical) and instead give her the equivalent of $2 for a few bracelets. Today, I find that in my 20s, I own the same car as the uber successful 40-something Cusqueñan lawyer, the only car the family owns. And of course, there’s the simple fact that I’m in Mexico, or Peru, or outside of my home state.