Another delicate North American transplant took to the internet to bitterly complain that driving through Latin America feels bumpy, the police actually expect bribes, and worst of all, the resorts are full of locals. Imagine moving down south expecting a sterile theme park and getting shocked by reality. Down here in Baja, we read these meltdowns while watching dolphins carve through glassy morning sets. If you want a padded corporate bubble, stay home; otherwise, buy a surfboard and stop crying into your artisanal margarita.