Right behind Hospicio Cabañas, at the south-east corner of that building, you abruptly run into a rabbit warren of narrow streets, dilapidated adobe buildings, lots of old cars and poorly dressed people. But don’t be afraid, it’s just a working-class barrio and the people are starting their day. They greet their friends and a few will say “Buenos días” to you, […]
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I had had a bad day. I had gone back to work after being sick for three days with the flu. People who were supposed to pay didn’t. My appointment this morning didn’t work out as well as I could have hoped and I felt just all around crappy. But every cloud has its lining […]
Continue ReadingI had known Jaime Nuñez for three years when the big incident took place on a Saturday, the third day of a four-day annual equestrian event, the Concurso Amistad, at the CHE equestrian club (Centro Hípico Ecuestre) on the outskirts of Guadalajara. This was one of the stellar horse shows in that city, and one of the more important […]
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