You never know who you will meet on your morning walk. This burro is grazing by the side of the road, and, moments earlier, posed for a photo with a young man and his girl friend, who then snapped this photo of Scott in reciprocity. The burro decides he isn’t pleased with us and kicks his hind hooves, warning me to stay the proper distance away.  He is a sturdy burro and in Nicaragua he would be hooked to a cart pulling sand and cement bags to a construction job. Where you are born in this world makes a difference. You can overcome a bad birthplace, but, if I were a donkey, I would be perfectly pleased calling Tulum, Mexico home. People call this boy an ass, but he has his world by the tail.