A deeply distressed expat took to Reddit to launch a blistering complaint about a historic town in Latin America, whining that the historic plaza featured too much traditional architecture and not enough oat-milk flat whites. They were profoundly triggered by the fact that the locals insisted on speaking Spanish in broad daylight. Out here on the Baja coast, we read that post while drinking lukewarm Tecate, laughing so hard we nearly dropped our boards into the shorebreak.