The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
Mid-May and lakeside’s devilish hot season is reaching its peak. Like a lot of folks who stick it out here year round, this is the time of the year when the atmosphere tends to throw me a bit off kilter, making me feel more lazy and crazy than ever.
The brassy blast of a trumpet rips me from the embrace of Morpheus.
While most lakeside inhabitants are accustomed to hearing cohetes de trueno (sky rockets) rip the air as an ordinary element of the auditory landscape, newcomers should brace for being roused from slumber in the early hours of May 3 by a non-stop barrage of the ear-splitting fireworks that herald the celebration of Día de la Cruz (Feast of the Holy Cross).
Here’s a weather story even El Niño couldn’t create.
I’ve been picking up some disturbing scuttlebutt about foreigners behaving badly in our community, making me worry that a few “Ugly Gringos” may give all of us expats a bad name.
I still recall my very first glimpse of Lake Chapala as if it were yesterday.
Last week Jalisco state police collared a fugitive from the United States found to be living in Guadalajara where he worked in a construction materials workshop.
