The early bird gets the worm and, it seems, only the early riser ever gets a picture of that bird. I greatly admire nature photographer Jesús “Chuy” Moreno, who is quite happy to get up in the wee hours of the morning, drive off to Villa Corona Lagoon in the dark, throw himself down on the lake shore, covered with a camouflage tarp, and there await sunrise, and – if he’s lucky that day – get an eye-level photo of a water bird, maybe even an award winner.

I have a certain prejudice against Mexican beaches in August. It goes back to two horrible nights of unsuccessfully trying to sleep in a little tent on the seashore. The inside of the tent had literally been transformed into a sauna by the high heat and humidity, while outside, hordes of bloodthirsty mosquitoes hovered, just waiting for me to pull a zipper ... and to make matters worse, I couldn’t remove the rain fly because it was drizzling all night long. “Never again!” I swore.

Arroyo el Carrizal offers a shady footpath through dense forest growth located 54 kilometers west of Guadalajara near the town of Ahualulco de Mercado. This is the perfect place to go if you’re in the mood for a short, easy walk in which you’ll find yourself distracted by something delightful nearly every step of the way.

Ameca, located 60 kilometers southwest of Guadalajara, has a small but interesting museum that is well worth visiting if you happen to be in the area.

Not long ago I discovered that Mexico’s most famous modernizer (and most infamous dictator), Porfirio Díaz, used to enjoy soaking in his own personal hot-spring pool at the foot of Mazatepec Volcano, located 25 kilometers southwest of Guadalajara. “Yes,” a local old timer told me, “he actually deviated the Guadalajara-Manzanillo railroad track (which he inaugurated in 1908) so it would pass by here. He even had a train station built here just so he could go for a swim in this pool”

I live in the little community of Pinar de la Venta, located on the edge of the Primavera Forest, eight kilometers west of Guadalajara. Local politics have always been a mystery to me, so I wasn’t terribly surprised when we were left high and dry all last week.