I sit on the tiled floor of my back porch, listening to the mourning doves hoo, hoo, hoo and the other little birds cheep, chirp, and twitter, trying to write something profound about my lime tree. My big, perpetually dusty, labradoodle, a failed foster named Güera (white girl), pushes her irresistibly cute face into mine, …
I experienced my first church-centered fiesta a month after arriving in Mexico. Resplendent with Aztec dancers, fireworks, parades, beer vendors, carnival rides and nightly music until dawn, the nine-day party celebrating Saint Francis (the patron saint of the main church in Chapala) keyed me into the understanding that Mexican Catholicism was not the Catholicism of …
Daria Hilton shares her story of a neighbor who became a father figure to her. She starts by saying: I was in California for Thanksgiving when I got the text … My neighbor Rogelio had died. The tears came quick and fierce. All of my Chapala neighbors had made me feel welcome in the barrio, but none more than Rogelio.” A touching and heart-felt story.
El Ojo del Lago likes to pay tribute to local residents who have overcome extreme hardship to bring success into their lives. This article tells the story of Maria del-Carmen Romero Aviña.
