Columns

Whew! The Easter holiday rush is over and I’m still here to tell the story, a survivor of some of the hairiest roadway antics I’ve ever witnessed. 

What do colored eggs, jelly beans, marshmallow chicks and a gift-bearing cotton tail have to do with Easter? Well, as far as popular customs in Mexico go, nothing at all.

Joni Mitchell’s catchy tune keeps running through my head: 

They paved paradise and put up a parking lot, with a pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot.

Remember when pain and ailment treatments were just Bufferin, Ludens, Geritol, and maybe a bowl of soup? None of these embarrassed you if they were spotted around the house by visitors.

We have just adopted a new robot vacuum cleaner. The frisky little cakepan-shaped stud has taken me into the dazzling era of our technological future. It works soldierly and quietly, like an English butler.

Mexico has been found to have one of the highest rates of workplace stress in the world over the last few years, which suggests a booming future for manufacturing here. But beyond this underrated work ethic, there’s also a creative drive that’s deeply woven into Mexican culture.