Celebrating 40 years of great outdoor sites in western Mexico
September 19, 1985. I was all alone, sleep-testing a house I hoped to buy.
7:19 a.m. Strange squeaking sounds awoke me. The noise was coming from the doors. Every door in the house was swinging back and forth, and apparently, all their hinges needed oiling.
I sat up and looked out the window. Trees were swaying to and fro …
Cancer is frightening enough when it strikes adults. To see it afflict children is truly heartbreaking.
Las Piedras Labradas has long been an ideal stop during the long drive from Guadalajara to Barra de Navidad.