It was traffic on our taxi ride to the stadium and our tour guide opened up about the pandemic’s impact on his life. As a tour guide, his livelihood depended on tourism. Of course, no one knew the pandemic would happen, and it hit him and hard. Fortunately, he saved 1500$ USD from tips over the years. He had a family with three kids and he stretched that money over two years, moving his family from the city to the countryside to further drive down cost.
This was my first experience forcing me to self reflect on my own privilege. I’d like to think that I know how privileged I am, but that’s ignorant of me. As a minority in North America, I’m hyper aware of the privilege I lack. But travelling to less fortunate countries made me hyperaware of the privilege I possessed. Everywhere, there were subconscious reminders of my privilege.