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’re not short on alcohol, we still haven’t gotten into any margaritas. Maybe later. My tour guide tells me this is the land…