Oh, I love the beach. We spent three days doing what most people envision when you say, “I’m going to Mexico”: lounged on the beach, swam, ate meals in an open-air “palapa,” watched the sun set over the ocean, and walked barefoot on the sand in the moonlight. Only thing is, although we’r

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