The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
It’s been 500 years since Hernán Cortés and his band of Spanish Conquistadores set foot on the shores of a foreign land that would come to be known as México. Little did they know that their search for New World riches would lead to the birth of a nation.
As temperatures here at lakeside dipped significantly over the past week, I’ve found myself dreaming of a White Christmas. While such a frosty occurrence is highly unlikely, it is not an entirely outrageous possibility.
‘Tis the season to be jolly and in case you haven’t noticed, lakeside is already on a roll.
The din of Ajijic’s fiestas patronales died down for a short span of three days before the quiet was once again ripped asunder by frequent explosions of the sky rockets that many inhabitants so deeply abhor.
All hell broke loose late last week as our community got word of the shocking murder of a dog. Details of bloody incident appear the news report found elsewhere on these pages.
Days before the official start of Ajijic’s raucous fiestas patronales, folks with an intense aversion to noise were already going bonkers.
After a lot of neglect, lakeside’s crumbling roadways are finally getting much needed attention.
