Author Jean Arese
On an individual trip to Costa Rica, we stop in front of a stall at the edge of a road run by a young woman. We take a dozen small bananas, she serves us, we ask her the price and she answers us with a wonderful smile: but nothing. Of course, these fruits had to come from her garden and she wanted to please foreigners who visited her beautiful country. Our emotion and our rudimentary Spanish did not allow us to thank her for her gesture that we will never forget.