As we turned off the highway down into the fishing village of Mismaloya on the south shore of Lake Chapala, my heart skipped with joy in anticipation of greeting and embracing my friend, Maria Cardenas.
While basking in the grandeur of the sunrise across Lake Chapala early one morning, my reverie was broken when a woman and a young girl appeared on the tranquil scene. They began vigorously sweeping a cement platform located a few rods from the lake. I was standing on the spacious veranda of Hacienda Ana Capri, a five-acre Shangri-la on the south shore owned by Ego Pedersen who once operated a dairy there.





