We dined on tryptophan-free carne asada, mastered the tumultuous sea with a 2-man open-air kayak, and took the quads on a joy ride through the desert. Barely another soul could be spotted. Mostly because the drug cartels have killed tourism. But it worked for us, because we basically got our own private beach. You win some, you lose some.
Anyway, happy belated Thanksgiving.