The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
A couple of days remain before we learn the outcome of critical elections that will set Mexico and our lakeshore communities on a new course.
I wonder what newbie expats were thinking when they heard ear-splitting blasts of cohete rockets rip the air at mid-morning last Saturday.
It’s the time of the year when the first hint of stormy weather gives fair warning that a power failure could occur at the drop of a hat.
When the rains poured down on lakeside early last month I was dismayed to discover that my aging auto’s windshield wipers were on the fritz…again.
As if the last week’s brutal temperatures weren’t enough to put me in a funk, the local political season has turned red hot in the final countdown to next month’s elections.
Mexico is a dynamite place for fruit freaks. With every season the generous land shares its changing bounty of natural treats.
On May 1, 2011 a Columbian named Henry Sánchez Pardo trotted barefoot into Ajijic to complete the Lake Chapala leg of his ecological mission to run the Americas from end to end, replenishing Mother Earth by planting trees along the way.
