You won’t be surprised to find the place overrun by North Americans from north of the Mexico border. Everyone’s here to kick it, spring-breakers and all – and so should you be – to beat the heck out of the pinyatas, to shake to those sombreroed mariachis, to watch the flourishes of the Mexican dancers in frilly skirts, to pig out on that freshly-made ceviche, to slurp those Jose Cuervo-laced margaritas and watch a tequila sunrise, and to cruise through that iconic Cabo Arch in the seacliffs and say “I did it!” It’s a mostly North American party. And why not, right?