Life moves at a slower pace here in Rocky Point, Mexico. We spend as much time as we can hanging out on sandy beaches, sitting under umbrellas on rooftop decks, sipping margaritas and waiting for the sun to set over the horizon, and we make meals last at least twice as long as our American compadres do. We take the time to savor each bite, taste the different flavors that mingle together so wonderfully, and to let the conversation ebb and flow much like the waters of the Sea of