There are a lot of North American expats here, most of whom seem like they belong in Florida, but probably can't afford to live there, so they come here and lord over the locals (can you tell I don't like them?). One former frat boy tried to hit us (my dad, actually, since he didn't seem to think that women were for talking to) up for a fishing trip. Why on earth would we go with HIM rather than an actual working local?? What an asshole. All the retirees speak minimal Spanish, and I just know that back in the states, they'd be the ones bitching about how if migrants want to come to the US, they ought to goddamn well learn English.
Not that I'm bitter.
It does, however, mean I get to translate a bit in the market when the gringos don't know how to ask for a thing. *cackle*