Puerto Peñasco was the biggest reminder of all of how close we were to the States. Once again, tourists outnumbered locals, and everyone spoke English, similar to San Carlos. But in Puerto Peñasco, many shops began insisting on USD instead of pesos, prices were comparatively sky high, and even the cuisine seemed to be mostly foreign. It was strange. I didn’t really like it, honestly. Even the Mexican people we spoke to were USA transplants, and the realization that we were so close to the end got even more real than before.