What’s in a name?
My first and last names have only four letters each. Who could ever get them wrong?
The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
My first and last names have only four letters each. Who could ever get them wrong?
I live in Pinar de la Venta, just west of town. One day this post appeared in our local chat: “Save your eggshells! Don’t wash them! I will be collecting them regularly for the Santiago-Lerma Clean Water Project.”
San Juanito Escobedo is perhaps the archetype of the unassuming, forgotten pueblito located in the middle of nowhere.
Who hasn’t dreamed of stumbling upon a totally deserted, clean sandy beach? To make the dream more appealing, let’s add a bit of exotic jungle just above the sand, and, hidden in that jungle, a flat, shady, grassy spot to pitch a tent, with plenty of firewood lying all about.
“Birds fly, bears growl and dogs bark. That’s how things are!”
“Let’s go camping on the beach!” we decided quickly.
Near the end of 2008 I heard a rumor that someone was painting an extraordinary mural inside the foyer of the Guadalajara Chamber of Commerce building on Avenida Vallarta.