The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
We’ll never know who first brought Covid-19 virus into our community. Suspicion has been cast on Tapatio weekenders, but there are anecdotal accounts of expats who fell ill with lingering flu-like symptoms as far back as last winter before anyone had a clue that a world-wide pandemic was emerging.
In her later years, my mother would sometimes solemnly declare “I’m a widow and an orphan,” as a sort of tongue-in-cheek tactic to stir up sympathies to get her way in dealing with tasks of daily life.
Considering the constant stream of criticism voiced by lots of foreign immigrants against our Mexican hosts, I’m fed up with some odd and downright offensive behavior I’ve witnessed lately. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, so buckle up for return fire.
I’ve never felt more content to have made Mexico my home than I did on the Fourth of July. God knows this nation is far from perfect, but the disturbing state of affairs in my country of birth has irreparably shredded all sentiments of pride in the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.
It’s perfectly understandable that lakesiders have become increasingly stressed out since the spread of the Covid-19 virus in this area has been officially acknowledged by health officials.
It’s perfectly understandable that lakesiders have become increasingly stressed out since the spread of the Covid-19 virus in this area has been officially acknowledged by health officials.
My life has changed a lot by obediently staying in lockdown at home for the better part of the last three months.
