A midwesterner moves to Mexico - Pick Ups
I have the choice of taking several different routes when I walk to pick up my four-year-old grandson from preschool.
I have the choice of taking several different routes when I walk to pick up my four-year-old grandson from preschool.
So maybe those glasses at Pier One aren’t overpriced after all.
There’s a time and a place for Costco. And sometimes a trip to Superama is a good place to walk the aisles – particularly if you’re looking for yellow cheese. But given the choice, I pick one of my little neighborhood groceries every time.
I see her every Tuesday and Thursday when I take my grandson to soccer practice. She stands on the corner waiting for the light to change so she can pass through the line of stopped cars offering candies from a small basket that she holds close to her chest.
One of the first things I noticed in Guadalajara was all the OXXOs.
When I was eight and in Brownie Scouts, we had a contest to see who could build the best Valentine Box out of a shoe box.
We went to Tlaquepaque last weekend. Mainly looking for rugs and furniture that my daughter has been wanting to buy.