While I was enjoying exclusive “haute cuisine” meals, someone somewhere close by had a growling stomach and no dinner.
While I was splish-splashing in the pool (not really) a group of young boys were shoveling wet sand so that the beach below was up to snuff.
While I was revelling in being able to throw my wet towels on the floor and have someone else pick them up and wash them, a family nearby was hand washing their clothes and hanging them up to dry. In their thatched house with no glass in the openings that are their windows.
While I was haggling with a shop keeper for the perfect souvenir for my children, someone somewhere close by had their 4 year old selling their handmade wares.
You get the picture.