copper coast, where the humidity steals your smile and the coffee does nothing for it
i woke up to a ceiling fan spinning faster than my ex’s lies and realized this place is a perfect storm of 25°C and 79% moisture. no, really, it’s like stepping into a wet dream that forgot to hydrate. i checked the weather and thought, ‘ok, i guess this is how a sauna in a rainstorm feels’ but then realized i’ve never been to a sauna in a rainstorm. life’s a mess, right?
there’s this spot here called la venta baraja where everyone leaves their bikes for weeks and claims they’re ‘just taking a break.’ i saw a rusted unicycle outside once. someone told me that if you ask the locals about it, they’ll just sigh and say, ‘we’re all just here to find the next thing to leave behind’ which is either poetic or a cry for help. i’m leaning toward poetic.
i took three photos of things that might be interesting. first is a sign that says ‘cerveza barata aquí’ but i’m pretty sure it’s a conspiracy. second is a mural of a man holding a baguette made of what looks like asphalt. third is a bird that’s either a parrot or a very confused pigeon. you can see them here:
here’s the thing about neighbors: if you get bored, c portrayed is a 45-minute drive where people still use landlines and swear by abuela’s empanadas. i heard that from a guy selling tropical smoothies at 3am while wearing a hat made of human hair. don’t ask me why.
someone told me that the best tacos in town are at a place called taqueria 1987 but the reviews are all mixed. one said the meat was ‘so tender it could weep’ another said it tasted like regret. i went there anyway and it was okay. maybe. worth mentioning? idk. you’re the judge.
i tried the coffee here and it’s like drinking seawater that forgot to salt itself. someone warned me about this café, said they’d put obsidian in the beans. i don’t know if that’s true but my teeth hurt for a week. at least the prices are low. yelp says ‘amazing view, terrible coffee’ which is the most accurate thing i’ve heard all week.
the weather here is relentless. i just checked and it’s muggy as a swarm of bees stuck in a sauna. hope you like that kind of thing. if you don’t, maybe skip the beach and go to the guy who sells bottled rainwater. he charges 5 euros for a bottle but it’s just tap water in a pretty jar.
overall, this place is a joke written in code. 3600026 and 1340000062 are probably just numbers no one cares about. maybe they’re the coordinates of where the universe ended or something. who knows? i’m writing this at 2am after realizing i forgot to pack socks. someone told me that’s normal and i believe them. because everything here is a dream you didn’t ask for.
p.s. if you’re looking for a local board, check out www.coppercoastboards.com. i heard it’s hit or miss. also, instagram has a photo of a banana that looks suspiciously like a human hand. trippedadvisor says it’s real. probably.
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