I get a lot of help from strangers who, I have to continually remind myself, consider me a stranger too.
It astounds me that people here stop regularly to help, or offer help to, a foreigner who barely speaks the local language and is, get this, out WALKING in a deserted area miles from the nearest town, and who talks some bizarre BS about walking all the way across the country. And they offer that help without even blinking an eye, as if something unusual happens here every day. Because, as I’ve learned, it kind of does.