¡Qué vergüenza!
I’ve been picking up some disturbing scuttlebutt about foreigners behaving badly in our community, making me worry that a few “Ugly Gringos” may give all of us expats a bad name.
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I’ve been picking up some disturbing scuttlebutt about foreigners behaving badly in our community, making me worry that a few “Ugly Gringos” may give all of us expats a bad name.
I still recall my very first glimpse of Lake Chapala as if it were yesterday.
Last week Jalisco state police collared a fugitive from the United States found to be living in Guadalajara where he worked in a construction materials workshop.
While the Guadalajara Reporter strives to keep readers apprised of accurate news on current events, our writers often confront the foibles of journalism as an inexact science.
Something has stuck in my mind since whiling away three days at this year’s Chili Cook-off. But first, a bit of personal history.
Her name is Guadalupe, but everyone calls her Lupita. Jesús is better known as Chuy. María del Refugio is called Cuca for short. José María goes by Chema. Dolores is known as Lola; for Eduardo it’s Lalo.
Let’s dismiss for a moment that just a few days ago U.S. border agents turned away the shipment of 120 tons of Jalisco-grown avocados, and stay focused on the fact American consumers have an insatiable appetite for the luscious alligator pear.