By David Miller  |  Location: Mexico  |  01/22/07  |  Pics: 7

1. Like anyone truly grounded in his or her place, Pablo (not his real name) never spoke about himself, never talked about Los Cerritos. Conversations were always about the waves that day, parties from the night before, or people—new surfers or women—who’d set up camp. He never let on to his own...