On November 18, 1945, members of the 201 Squadron—the only Mexican unit to see action in World War II—returned in triumph to Mexico City, after participating in the liberation of the Philippines from the Japanese.

It seemed to only take a declaration October 11 by the influential, British tourism and leisure magazine Time Out that ranked Guadalajara’s Colonia Americana number one on its list of “coolest neighborhoods” in the world, to bring out the fangs of local critics indignantly berating its flaws.

The Museo Cabañas owes its name to Bishop Juan Cruz Ruiz de Cabañas y Crespo, who arrived in Guadalajara in 1796 and whose goal was the construction of a shelter for orphaned children, elder citizens and the homeless. 

What was the role of women in the Mexican muralist movement that sprung up in the early 1920s, in which the government commissioned artists to make art that would educate the population about the country’s history, and present a powerful vision of its future?

Perhaps most Americans would not consider North Carolina “the heart of America,” as my headline says.

Spanish and English do not seem to see eye to eye on the concept of “time.” Newcomers to Mexico often complain that they cannot understand the Mexican notion of tiempo.