It's the Concha's fault. Blame it on that beauty of a beach, sitting there soaking up all the glory, all the Instagram shots, all the tourists' footprints.  While everyone else is 'dando un paseo' along the promenade, I sit in this quiet, somehow isolated enclave.  It's a "where am I" moment, complete with faux grecian urns. And a spot where I'll bet 50% of residents have never stepped foot.