I love traveling and this passion comes in many levels and for different reasons.  One of them, as I've also heard others describe similarly - the more places you travel to and the more people you meet, you realize how similar we all are in what we pursue in life, despite the differences in language, culture, and/or religion, etc.  

In the small fishing village of La Manzanilla, Mexico, it couldn't be demonstrated more perfectly, on one more level.  You see, before the sun sinks below the horizon, there's a hustle about getting the last piece of harvest in, whether by us human or the ubiquitous pelican in this little bay area.

What do you think?