I accidentally enthusiastically gave money for a mission trip to Costa Rica today.
I thought it was a school thing. Outside the hardware store, kids selling hot dogs and raffle tickets. What else was it going to be for?
But I'm in Idaho, sigh.
I love being in Idaho, and I've gotten comfortable here. Being white, a cheerful smile goes a long way. People here are very friendly.
They are also very Christian of the unexamined supremacist type, and I sometimes forget that. I've learned to safely navigate the culture here, but they're still trying to impose it elsewhere.
I hope they have fun on their trip, and I hope they learn more about the wide world than they manage to teach about their narrow one.