Point Break
Baja, Mexico
A beach bar stitched together from driftwood, rust, and good intentions. Surfboards as signposts. Plastic chairs waiting for a crowd that never rushes. Dust hangs in the air like yesterday’s swell report, the light soft and tired, as if the sun’s been here too long. Nothing polished. Nothing permanent. Just a place built for after — after the session, after the heat, after ambition. Where time slows, beer warms, and stories matter more than money. A reminder that some corners of the world still run on salt, patience, and shade.