Oficina de Correos

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Oficina de Correos, every morning around 8 AM, an old man arrives with a large canvas bag and starts sorting mail while humming an unknown tune. One day, a delivery driver noticed he kept placing identical envelopes into different mailboxes—all addressed to ‘Mr. Nobody,’ but each envelope had a slightly different return address. Finally, one curious neighbor decided to follow him. Turned out Mr. Nobody was actually a local artist who painted anonymous portraits of everyday people. Each envelope held a painting, and the return addresses were his own creations—random names from phone books. The old man’s daily ritual became a neighborhood tradition, and soon everyone looked forward to receiving their mysterious masterpieces.

2. At Oficina de Correos, every Tuesday afternoon, a neighbor always stops by just as the mail truck pulls up. He never misses it—standing there, hat askew and umbrella in hand, waiting for something that’s never quite delivered. Every week he asks the delivery driver if today is ‘the day,’ but the letters keep arriving without him. One Tuesday, though, the mailman hands over an envelope with a big smile, saying, ‘This one’s especially for you!’ The neighbor opens it eagerly only to find… another letter addressed to himself. Everyone laughs, including him, as he shrugs and says, ‘Well, better late than never.’

3. At Oficina de Correos, every Wednesday morning, a delivery driver would arrive exactly at 9:45 sharp and announce loudly, ‘¡Finally, someone who knows what time it is!’ One Wednesday, an old neighbor walked in just as the driver announced his usual line. The neighbor grinned and replied, ‘Finally, someone who knows how to wait!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that Wednesday had become their little ritual.

4. At Oficina de Correos, every Thursday night, a mysterious figure in a fedora enters just after sunset, leaving behind an envelope addressed only to ‘The Next Person Who Opens This’. Inside, he whispers cryptically into the ear of the night clerk before disappearing into the shadows. The next morning, everyone in town receives an identical letter: 'Dear Friend, I hope you enjoyed our little game last night.' Turns out it was just a prankster neighbor having fun with the whole town.