As is so often the case, I find myself reflecting on the uneven distribution of wealth and opportunity. People in this hotel work very long hours in the heat, literally running with buckets of beer, on hard concrete and on the scorching beach. I suspect that we spend more on a meal than most earn in a day.
In the small Ixtapa restaurant where we had lunch today, a man with trinkets and cheap jewelry walked through the place every time a new cutomer entered. He seemed worn, discouraged and very poor.
My natural inclination to overtip assuages my guilt a little, but not quite enough. The disparities are too wide; basic needs are so great.
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