Point South Mexico - Real Estate and Lifestyle Magazine

I'm here today to ask your forgiveness. Frankly, I have chosen you carefully, perhaps even methodically. You see, I have known you now for over a year, observing your many strengths and limited weaknesses. As writers, you explore the human soul, and I have appreciated the manner in which you share your findings in word photos, punctuation and unending parallel lines of wisdom. Twice each month you graciously critique each other, noting objections to form, style and content. Quite often, I have noted that you forgive your colleagues' mistakes of fact and other oversights grounded in faulty research. Forgiveness is clearly in your nature and that is why I have chosen you.

When I was young and 20 my mother bankrolled my trip to Europe, but there was to be no hitchhiking or backpacking for her darling daughter. She marched me into Mackie Travel in Winnipeg and told me to choose a tour.

"Offer not your right hand easily to anyone." Phytagoras (circa 500 BC)

The other day, while in a hurry and on my way out of the fabulous Lake Chapala Society's gardens, I just about bumped into one of Lakeside's better-known and most popular personalities. He seemed in a rush himself but noticed me in time, and as we approached each other, I wondered how we would deal with our encounter. Would we take time for a short conversation, or if not that, perhaps practice some small talk? How about a friendly "hello" or "hola" and moving right along? And who would decide on which action to take? Hmm....

In everyone's heart is the desire to travel, to move from one place to another. For many here in Ajijic, one of the small but essential journeys required of residents on a regular basis is to go from one side of the carretera to the other as a pedestrian. Yet, as essential a part of life as this is, it can often take considerable self-motivation and even some advanced planning.

Most of what one sees today around Ajijic did not exist in the ‘60s. None of the suburbs were there, and were in fact an uninterrupted series of large cornfields going right up the hills and starting from the last house in the village. Indeed, Ajijic only extended about three blocks each side east and west from the plaza. Somewhere behind the church was the bullring, made of saplings and crude wood planks, all roped together at the start of each season and then taken down at the end.