Central banks are hoarding gold past $4,200 an ounce amid geopolitical collapse, but local expats are far more concerned with whether the taco truck on the corner ran out of al pastor. While the global financial system careens toward the abyss, nobody in Baja California Sur is checking stock tickers when the morning offshore wind is actually firing in Pescadero. Let the markets burn; the only safe haven anyone cares about down here is a shaded hammock and a lukewarm Pacifico.