The Guadalajara Reporter
Guadalajara's Largest English Newspaper
By the time the last VW Beetle in the world rolled off the assembly line in Puebla in 2003, the Vocho, as it is still fondly called, had become a beloved icon throughout Mexico. One of the events that elevated the curvy sedan into the public eye was the unforgettable day a little white Vocho—equipped with a 30-centimeter propeller—crossed Lake Chapala.
All five of Mexico’s ecosystems can be accessed in what I call the 500-kilometer-wide Magic Circle around Guadalajara.
Driving only a few hours, you can immerse yourself in cool, shady forests, desert scrubland, or flat, highland prairies, and if you go far enough west in the Magic Circle, you’ll come to Mexico’s tropical ecosystems.
Cancer is frightening enough when it strikes adults. To see it afflict children is truly heartbreaking.
But what happens when the children’s families have no insurance and no resources?
In 1995, Bertha Padilla de Pérez encountered this reality firsthand during a visit to Guadalajara’s Fray Antonio Alcalde Hospital. She had been invited by her cousin, pediatrician Horacio Padilla, who showed her the children in need.
“How can I help?” she asked him.
Aguascalientes may be one of Mexico’s smallest states—covering just 0.3 percent of the nation’s territory—but it hosts one of the country’s biggest events: the Feria de San Marcos. Each year, about eight million visitors flock to the capital, also named Aguascalientes, for concerts, rodeos, bullfights and gastronomic delights.
Las Piedras Labradas has long been an ideal stop during the long drive from Guadalajara to Barra de Navidad.
After hours of winding roads through the hills south of Autlán, you finally reach the small town of La Conchita (about nine kilometers before La Huerta).
It’s at this point that a long, straight stretch of highway opens up before you—an ideal moment to veer off the road, navigate your way through peaceful mango orchards, and arrive at the base of a sheer marble wall covered in dozens of strange petroglyphs. These carvings depict everything from dogs and frogs to a large figure that resembles a bizarre mix of the old comic-strip character Nancy and an astronaut with a Mafalda hairdo.
These picturesque cascades are only a 28-kilometer drive from the south shore of Lake Chapala. I first visited them years ago, but I never included them in my books for these two reasons:
1. The road is hopelessly muddy during the rainy season.
2. It would have taken 20 pages to describe how to reach the falls from the Mazamitla highway.
A neighbor of mine is a member of Warmshowers, an international organization that connects long-distance cyclists with hosts who offer a free place to rest and clean up. The other day, he invited me to meet two young men from Cork, Ireland, who were biking from Vancouver, Canada, to Ushuaia, Argentina—a journey of 12,641 kilometers.
