Fishermen in Crucita

Young Boy watching fishermen bring in the catch.
Clouds of birds fly overhead. One happened to poop on me. I think this is good luck, even though my expression looks a bit shocked. Later that day, I found a lost earring.

This older gentlemen was very proud of his catch. On the right, are a dark-meat fish. The nutritionist I shadow here, always suggests patients eat black-meat fish.
Fishermen lined up their catch: tuna, dolorado, albacore.
Young boys quickly carry in the catch, trying to dodge pesky birds trying to get a fish.
Piles of smaller fish are thrown on wooden plank tables. Women and men quickly gut the fish with a large knife--barely looking at their hands as they do it!