They used to say that George Foreman’s jab, his jab, was like a two-by-four suddenly shooting out of an open window and striking you in the jaw as you walked by on the sidewalk. The abrupt emergence of La Peña de Bernal has a similar effect, though admittedly less painful. Located about an hour’s bus […]
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We retrieved a large folder of watercolors from the back of Josefina’s SUV and proceeded to the Chapala malecón. Being a Sunday, the lakeside promenade was teeming with tapatíos, weekend visitors from Guadalajara. After finding a shaded bench, we began to leaf through Josefina’s impressive work. In Mexico, as in much of Latin America, roving
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Religious shrines cast a peculiar spell over me, irrespective of the tradition. They exude a special energy, each faith producing its own unique flavor. The Basilica Cathedral of San Juan de los Lagos—located 76 miles northeast of Guadalajara, in Jalisco state—proved no exception in this regard. It contains the diminutive statue of Our Lady of
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Tapas in Sanskrit refers to austere disciplines one undertakes to facilitate spiritual development—growth through suffering. The severe trials or tapas encountered by Frida Kahlo in the course of her life profoundly influenced her personal and artistic evolution. Some would argue, though, that the vast commercialization of Kahlo’s image has blurred the reality of her life
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Ecstatic Dance blossoms in Ajijic My inner dancer yearned to break free. I had spent years on the sidelines, waiting to get into the game, but it wasn’t the coach who wouldn’t put me in, it was that other guy, me. Ecstatic Dance changed all that. “I think trepidation is the word,” says Craig Martin,
Satva is a Sanskrit word generally meaning truth or goodness. Now, the café at in Ajijic is called Savta, which I take to be a humorous misspelling. But down here South of the Border, who knows? My friend Clarice and I recently convened at the café for tea and conversation. Clarice is from England, and
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