Cultural myopia, late early September rains, animal husbandry and cicloncito fallout
With nothing like this year’s deluge in the heavens, the late rains of early September 20 years ago were a surprise to local farmers, generally a welcome one.
With nothing like this year’s deluge in the heavens, the late rains of early September 20 years ago were a surprise to local farmers, generally a welcome one.
Many U.S. citizens who have lived in Mexico for an extended time have a repellent response regarding all things Donald Trump.
This year the rainy season has made up for past years. Big storms have sent water rushing through mountain-side milpas.
No matter how one may have tried, the situation has become too loathsome and dangerous – and, for a U.S. citizen, too ridiculous and fearsome – to ignore. And for Mexico, this week’s fresh assessment of Donald Trump and a nuclear bomb has made the consideration of a Trump “wall” seem relatively innocent.
For a while, north of the border, it’s been rodeo season.
The three unexpected visitors riding into a remote Jalisco pueblo in October 1968 seemed more than a bit reckless.
Still freshly new to the Chapala area, Spencer Adams was luckily taken in hand by an Ajijic bruja (sorcerer) as his neighboring health supervisor – curing fevers attracted by gringo susceptibility, and of course la turista.