“I don’t think most people have any idea what this opal mine is like,” said Iñaki Oyarvide, as we set off on our day tour, zipping along the highway to Magdalena, 76 kilometers (47 miles) northwest of Guadalajara.

2002 was a life changer for Lorraine Pasini, owner of Estrellita’s B&B in Ajijic. During that year, her husband’s health took a turn for the worse and he ended up dying of cancer.

Friday the 13th has been associated with evil, the unknown and just plain bad luck in Western culture for centuries.

“One plus one equals three?” Jaime Navarro muses. 

Let’s face it.  Guadalajara, while it has plenty going for it, isn’t a world-class city.  It’s an also-ran to a million other Mexican attractions, and like many an also-ran it tends to trumpet its better attributes just a little bit louder than, say, Mexico City, Guanajuato or Oaxaca City.  Salzburg, Austria has Mozart.Rosario, Argentina has Che Guevara.

Last summer, when Patrick DuMouchel first learned that Lakeside Little Theatre (LLT) was putting on “Fiddler on the Roof,” he started growing a beard, six months before auditions were scheduled.