Traders worldwide are sweating surging debt, persistent inflation, and Middle East energy shocks as post-summer financial panic officially begins. Meanwhile, down in Todos Santos, an entire community of remote tech workers has seamlessly transitioned from stressing over central bank policy to debating whether to drink Pacifico or Mezcal for breakfast. Let the global economy collapse into a smoking crater; the only thing crashing around here is the shorebreak at San Pedrito.