Cual es tu profesión? Arrival in Costa Rica, and imposter syndrome

I’m sure when the Customs agent in Costa Rica asked what my occupation was, he wasn’t expecting me to freeze in much the same way you do when a distant relative asks you what you want to do with your life, stammering “I’m not- I don’t-“, oh dear. Later in the taxi, the driver asked if I was a biologist, and I said yes because my Spanish isn’t up to explaining the complexities of that situation.

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