The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry, the age old adage says. And so it was while I was furiously cranking out copy as this week’s Reporter deadline loomed just hours away.
An overcast day brought steady rain and a low-key thunderstorm that started after nightfall and didn’t let up until sunrise.
Resident expats are inclined to warn prospective newcomers that the worst of weather in the world’s best climate comes on with a vengeance in the month the May.
Our collective obsession with Covid-19 reached a fevered pitch last week as word spread that dates had finally been set to run the second round of inoculations for Chapala’s over-60 population.
Judging by off-the-wall comments floating around in cyberspace these days, it’s obvious that newbie immigrants at lakeside and others who have been here for a while ought to make an effort to get their bearings in terms of local geography, Mexican history and long-held customs in the communities they’ve chosen to inhabit.
Remember back six months from now when there were reports of one or more crocodiles sighted in Lake Chapala´s waters?
The title originally conceived for this editorial space was “How I spent my Easter Vacation.” The final version more accurately reflects the experiences of a two-week break from keeping track of local news that gave me an opportunity to engage in housekeeping tasks I have avoided for far too long.
