Imagine yourself here: you're chillaxin' by the cerulean Sea of Cortez. Behind you sits a resort, one overflowing with the beauty and elegance of colonial Mexico. You dip your toes into the sand, beckoning it to massage, rehabilitate, your worn-out tootsies as a waft of sweet sea air washes over you. You take a sip of your mojito and realize, all your worries have vanished. What caused this?