The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
September always makes me think of everything I love about Mexico: its fabulous foods, colorful fiesta traditions, amazing crafts and most of all, its ingenious and warm-hearted people. But rather than share thoughts on those topics, a local government snafu inspires a tirade on one of the country’s most odious attributes: the tope.
From the Louisiana bayou to the mean streets of Guadalajara, it’s the time of the year that the topic of floods is grabbing front page headlines.
Mexican folks as a whole express outrage at the racist remarks coming from the mouth of Donald Trump and similar feelings held by some of his supporters.
If there’s one thing you can say about expats who put down roots at lakeside it’s their tendency to live large.
For two full weeks I spent long hours glued to the TV watching the proceedings of the Republican and Democratic conventions and endless follow-up commentary by media talking heads.
There’s been so much doom and gloom in the news these days that I began falling into a dark funk.
What label to you attach to the land area bordering Mexico’s largest lake? Most English-speakers call it “Lakeside,” a simple and fitting description. The waters muddy when it comes to Spanish terminology.
