The living and dead convened in the camposanto
It’s that time of year when live action overtakes the normally quiet grounds of local graveyards.
It’s that time of year when live action overtakes the normally quiet grounds of local graveyards.
Of all of Mexico’s many holiday festivities, it’s safe to say that none is more intriguing to foreign observers than the Day of the Dead.
I’ve long held the notion that driving in Mexico is somewhat akin to the behind-the-wheel simulators you find in game parlors or on video screens.
Attention Walmart shoppers! I notice that the local branch has been getting a lot of flak lately from expat Facebook posters.
There are days I wake up feeling dread that Mother Earth is doomed. Since the dawn of the industrial revolution, human beings immersed in ignorance or blinded by greed have done a bang-up job of trashing the planet. Many scientists have warned that we’re fast approaching the point of no return.
If there’s one little detail of Mexico’s mes patrio that rocks my world, it’s the seasonal appearance of la flor de Santa María, a perennial wild plant native to this part of the planet that is popularly used as an adornment for public places for the Independence Day holidays.
Just before sunset on Sunday, September 15, many north shore residents will probably hear sirens blaring along the Chapala-Jocotepec highway.