Musings in La Milpa
In Mexico, the cradle of corn cultivation, September is the glorious harvest season for the nation’s basic food stuff.
In Mexico, the cradle of corn cultivation, September is the glorious harvest season for the nation’s basic food stuff.
Over two decades of covering the local news for this newspaper and 25 years of residence prior to the job, I’ve had the opportunity to watch 15 of Chapala’s presidentes municipales (mayors) come and go, each with his own distinctive personality and style of governance.
Miguel Hidalgo, known as the father of independent Mexico, survived less than a year after calling for a popular uprising with the famed Grito de Independencia at the dawn of September 16, 1810. Final chapters of his life are based on significant events that took place in and near Guadalajara.
September always makes me think of everything I love about Mexico: its fabulous foods, colorful fiesta traditions, amazing crafts and most of all, its ingenious and warm-hearted people. But rather than share thoughts on those topics, a local government snafu inspires a tirade on one of the country’s most odious attributes: the tope.
From the Louisiana bayou to the mean streets of Guadalajara, it’s the time of the year that the topic of floods is grabbing front page headlines.
Mexican folks as a whole express outrage at the racist remarks coming from the mouth of Donald Trump and similar feelings held by some of his supporters.
If there’s one thing you can say about expats who put down roots at lakeside it’s their tendency to live large.