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South of North - Bi-cultural dialogue: a solution to bi-cultural misunderstandings, often the beginning of new friendships 

Present scrambled circumstances are bourgeoning. They are dipping foreign visitors (long- and short-term) to Jalisco’s “Lakeside” into a changed and squeezed together “North Shore.” It’s a place that increasingly sees itself painted a shade of metropolitanism... almost.  Often, this, in turn, seems to frustrate some outsiders who are trying to join together a scrambled “almost” with the vast and handsome lacustrine expanse once ambitiously known as the “Chapala Riviera.”

South of North: ‘What Matters in the End,’ title of a fine book, surprisingly mirrors what’s on many people’s minds

The United States Center of Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), which collects such data, reports that there were 40,000 known suicides in the U.S. in 2012.  That is the most recent year for which complete data are available.  And 40,600 suicide deaths make it the 10th leading cause of death for Americans. Someone in that country died by suicide every 12.9 minutes in 2012.  And a physician friend last November suggested that number had grown robustly since then, “continuing its account for more years of lives lost — after cancer and heart disease — than any other cause of death.”

On surviving a banjaxed holiday, or curing the ‘crapula’ and the cruda

It’s the season to get jolly and many of us will be charging up our good cheer with a few hard-hitting spirits. As a result, a number of holiday aficionados will suffer from crapula. That fitting word is the Latin term for hangover. In Spanish the word is cruda, but in any language it hurts. Pliny the Elder isolated this devastating virus, calling it “A sickness of the head from gross overindulgence,” and hurried off to the public baths to cure himself. Ever since, the search for a reliable antidote has gone on, with paltry results.

A chilly morning and a tough guerito in a mountain village taqueria

On a chilly December morning in a nearby mountain pueblo, a number of people gathered at Deovijilda Lara’s tacos al vapor stand to get some warmth in their bellies. At 7 a.m., Deovijilda’s public market puesto seemed the first and warmest stand open. Dressed in several sweaters, wool knee-length stockings, faded flowered dress and an apron whose bulging pockets served as a minor pharmacy, a requisition center and a cash register, she presided over an assortment of steaming sartenes, cazuelas and ollas.