The way things were

In those days, people were born in the same place they died. They rarely ventured twenty miles from around their house. Whole extended families loved within, at most, three miles of each other. People ate only what grew in the climate they lived in. There was very little importation, and few of the inland people had ever seen their country's border.
The people who lived by and on the sea were dark skinned, and ate sea food and native fruits. The inland people were fair skinned and ate much animal flesh and grain, You could tell who was from where, though you rarely needed to. There were clear definitions, in those days.
The only ones who traveled much were the thieves, outlaws, and missionaries. None of these people were to be trusted, the the first tow thirds wanted all of your money, and the other third wanted all of your soul.
I'm not describing all of this out of nostalgia, or wistfulness for the olden days, I'm stating the cold, hard facts. Those days weren't necessarily better, and nor were they necessarily worse. They were certainly simpler, but simplicity isn't everything.
One thing is sure:
Times have clearly changed.