WHEN I first heard, “Let’s go to Cabo!”, images of wild Spring Break parties, yachts blasting loud music, and crowds of tourists all flooded into my mind as quickly as an overflowing tequila shot straight from the bottle. “Cabo?” I questioned, “land of sunburnt buns and all-inclusive resorts?” Two weeks later, aboard a flight to San Jose Del Cabo Airport (and my first time South of Tijuana), I was eager to explore and challenge the validity of my preconceived notions of the tip of Baja Sur. Sure, I saw what I expected to see almost instantly — college girls gone wild, non-stop parties, and beach peddlers galore, but I found the true beauty of Cabo San Lucas in what I did not expect.