Columns

I read with great interest the article published on the pages of last week’s edition titled Four-legged friends fly for free.” It was a heart-warming report on local animal advocacy activists who arrange flights of freedom for canines that are placed in forever homes in Canada and the USA.

What a week! I never imagined that a seemingly insignificant error in judgment would make me change my wicked ways of contributing to global warming.

As the gasoline shortages hitting Jalisco and other parts of Mexico grind into a second week, the lakeside area has gotten off fairly unscathed.

¡Feliz Año Nuevo! Now that 2019 is under way, I hope expats have put buffing up their Spanish skills high up on the list of New Year’s resolutions.

By a non-scientific calculation I estimate that eight out of ten expats have a strong aversion to cohetes, those ear-splitting rockets that are fired off around here with mind-boggling regularity.

Long before Christmas trees, tinsel and glittery electric lights were employed to dress up Mexico for the holidays, the Christian populace was accustomed to setting set up nacimientos (Nativity scenes) to decorate their homes.