This morning was a walk up to the corner, then hailing a cab for a ride out to Las Brisas.
This is a district out near the Navy Base, just over 9 kilometers from my place in Santiago. For my American friends, that’s almost six miles. Not a walk I...
I’m off to Lulu's this morning to meet up with some foreign friends. A couple of Ukrainians have come down from Mexico City, and an Israeli writer friend is visiting from Guadalajara.
I’ve always loved that Mexico is a country that takes people in; in the early 30s, it was...
I was down with a dose of Dengue, so I have missed my regular morning walks. If you haven’t had a case of ‘breakbone fever’, keep it that way. It’s not fun, and there is some hallucinating. One night, I truly thought my cats were eating me. Another day,...
I accepted an invitation for a tag-along trip to the northern states. My engineer friendswere going to a symposium in Hermosillo on the water crisis in Mexico.
On my last trip to Mexico City, I observed some tilting buildings. They are beginning tosink into the ground. The water is gone,...
It has been almost a year since I first read of the disappearance of Brother Fred.
His vanishing is still a mystery to the Catholic Church. Some people claim not to even remember the story of Fred when it first appeared in the Catholic News Agency. Those who do remember...
Another road trip from Manzanillo to Mexico City with a stopover in Mazamitla; thistime with my friend Angel, Secretario General of the political party Catem fame.
It’s a twelve-hour drive from Manzanillo to Distrito Federal, so unless you’re a masochist,don’t do this in one day; stop in Mazamitla, a beautiful...
As I closed and locked my front gate this morning, a gentleman walking up the street greeted me in perfect English with a hearty, ''Good morning!" and asked where I was headed.
I told him I was just going out for a walk, then having breakfast and a coffee. He...
Perfect weather these days for being out and about, and I’m seeing lots of white people. It’s snowbird season.
Last year, the Canadian men were identifiable by their Tommy Bahama island shirts. This year, it’s something called the ‘muscle shirt.’ A step up from ‘wife beater.’ T-shirts with the sleeves...
No walking around town today, but a cab ride out to Las Brisas. A couple of Navy chapsinvited me to tag along on a crocodile-spotting event, and I had to meet up with thembefore sunup.
Local environmentalists prophesied what would happen as a result of the expansion ofthe port of...
In 1964, I drove an old truck from the States into Mexico. It was before the days of passports or toll roads. Just a visa at the border and you were good to go. I got as far as Mazatlan and decided to hang out. I set up my...
