Point South Mexico - Real Estate and Lifestyle Magazine

Let me make this clear, I am not a Biblical scholar, and my belief in God is unconventional, but I have read the Bible.  Several times as a matter of fact.

One evening sitting on our veranda, a cold Margarita in hand, and totally in awe of our surroundings, and loving life, our world suddenly jarred with loud, distinctive whamp, whamp noises.  My significant other and I looked at each other, bewildered.  The noises were very close...in fact, right in front of our house.  We listened for a bit longer, and Bill, being the investigative half of our domicile, got up out of his chair.

My grandfather had a pen knife.  Not an ordinary one, but a magical knife.  He used it for extra-ordinary feats.  H carried it in his pocket, so I suppose you might have called it a pocket knife, but he also had a sharpener.  That couldn't have been carried in his pocket, for it was about two inches wide, eighteen inches around, and was made of sand stone.  It sat on a wooden tripod, with iron fittings, and a foot pedal, and was kept in the back yard ready for instant use.

There's a very interesting and common restaurant business paradigm that I have observed during my two and a half years living in Ajijic.  It has become quite a trend which new restaurant owners like to copy --  a business plan with an unusual twist -  an unfairly maligned final step known as "going out of business".

How can you not love a country whose milk is made in LaLa  Land, the bread is baked by a Bimbo and every single clerk in the entire country says, "May your way go well."