Three days at the mercy of internet crooks Not even twenty-four hours after returning from Peru, I received a strange phone call that should have been a red flag but which I ignored because of either jet lag, stupidity or both. I didn't recognize the caller's Spanish accent, dripping with fake concern and assumed he …
When Stew and I visit the United States we can count on one tedious question to come up: "Aren't you afraid to live in Mexico?" Over lunch, when we visited Chicago in October, a friend asked us that and it struck me as odd, considering I'd just read in the local newspaper there had been …
In addition to his duties as gardener, painter and fixer-upper, our own Renaissance man Félix also works as watchman when we are away, spending nights in our house. Recently he's become more insistent, always politely, about his security concerns. Following our last vacation, when we went to watch whales in Baja California, Félix kept talking …
El Rancho Santa Clara 