Some bewildered transplant took to social media to bitterly complain that the locals in a sleepy Latin American town actually had the sheer audacity to converse in Spanish instead of catering to English-only demands. Back here in Baja, the waves are cranking through glassy three-foot tubes, and the only language anyone cares about is the universal hand signal for 'one more taco, por favor.' Let the expats throw their digital temper tantrums while we float past sunset on a glassy right point break.