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  1. Another great electronics repair shop is Teleservicio Hernandez run by Adan Hernandez 333 391 2925. They are located on the Carretera near the corner of Juarez on the north side. You can see the big TV in their front display. He fixed the cassette function on my used Bang Olufsen stereo - an old but high end brand which I found here. Also fixed up my old VCR and remote. I still like my old electronics with lots of my old, favorite cassettes and VCRs, not going to give them up just go go digital. I have something else to play MP3 plus my computer for song videos.
  2. My telmex internet has also been in and out. Why does this keep happening?? All the heavy rains? Or what???
  3. Good news. I am spending my Stimulus $$ on the Mexican people who don't have enough to eat. And virtually no social services to help them as up north.
  4. Great News! I just received a letter from the US Treasury, with the Sharpie Signature - you know the one... It says I will be getting a check/debit card - not specifying which. Has anyone received either of these yet? If so, how do you deal with the debit card? I could deposit a check in my local peso account. Can you use the debit card locally? I live here full time, not going up north. I paid $4 in taxes last year so I guess they couldn't use the bank info on my tax return to just wire it to me. Gracias for any meaningful and helpful information.
  5. Here is the article about the protest in Chiapas. I agree 100% with Mudgirl above. Conspiracy "theories" (LIES!) have been on a sharp uptick in recent years and some juicy ones since CV came about. A significant minority of people in the US believe that all "mainstream" news is fake, so they curiously believe any wacko notion that comes up, mostly in social media where there is absolutely no quality control of information in postings. Bill Gates is a new target and there are different and completely unsupported stories going around about him. It's telling that these stories have somehow been translated into Spanish and are finding their way into indigenous communities most likely from social media, now that everyone has a "smart" phone. Propaganda and conspiracy theories are another big reason why so many people do not follow the mandated precautions. They think it's all "fake" - they are "tired" of CV, bla bla bla. All to the detriment of the public well being, which is NOT the major concern of the governments, either. God(dess) help us all. So much willful ignorance out there. https://mexiconewsdaily.com/news/coronavirus/a-chiapas-protest-blames-bill-gates-for-the-coronavirus/
  6. Bottom line: CV is on the rise in this area, as most of Mexico and over half of up north and much or the world. People are slacking off with the precautions when they see things start opening up. Some hospitals are now where Italy and NYC were 3 months ago! People could have learned from those other mistakes! Conspiracy theories confuse many folks, some of whom now won't cooperate with contact tracers because they think they are some kind of government plot to follow them or some weird thing. We need to keep wearing the masks and staying home as much as possible until this is really really over, not in someone's fantasy version of it.
  7. So many things have changed since then. I am pasting in an article I wrote about my very first trip here which had been published in a now defunct local Newsletter. I neglected to mention in this article how much I loved discovering the Ajijic Plaza in the evening when there were virtually no gringos there. Staying in a B&B, I had to go out to dinner every night and usually ended up there for a nice ice cream bar for dessert as I sat watching and absorbing everything. Before the Malecon was built in 2008-09 due to flooding caused by very high lake levels, the Plaza used to be the living room of the pueblo. Everyone of all ages would come out in the evenings to socialize while the little ones ran around happily playing, the teens and pre-teens walked around the plaza in a big circle, circulating and maybe flirting with one another. The parents and grandparents contentedly sat on the benches chatting and keeping a loose eye on everything. The whole vibe was so harmonious and cheerful, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven, which was a big factor in why I decided to move here. Please note I was unable to correct the bolding in a couple of paragraphs. Here is the article: MY TRIP TO A-SMALL-TOWN-IN-MEXICO-WHICH-SHALL-REMAIN-UN-NAMED-BECAUSE-THE-REAL-ESTATE-IS-ALREADY-OUT-OF-SIGHT There are no “sights” to see here; no touristy attractions, just a few quaint little villages on a lake, which one can slowly and quietly savor with all one’s senses. As I tried to write emails to friends from local internet cafes, though, I realized that what I was experiencing on my vacation in this colorful, warm, and laid back town was too much to describe in cliché postcard language. I was in a different world completely, in spite of the presence of an expat community, and I want to savor that memory, as well as convey it to others. The mountains of Mexico are home to numerous villages, towns and cities dating from the Spanish colonial era 400-500 years ago or longer. Since the Spanish didn’t completely obliterate the native cultures the way the English did in North America, there is a much stronger presence of these cultures, obvious in the colorful houses and crafts, music, numerous fiestas, other various local customs, in addition to the intangible vibes of the ancients. My accommodations were in a lovely B&B, the likes of which I could never afford in the states. At low season, the place was nearly empty most of the time. Even the American owners were away on their own vacation, so I had a chance to meet and get to know the hospitable gardener and his wife, the cook (for breakfast only), who were managing in the owners’ absence, giving me a good chance to work on my Spanish. There was about an acre of land with lovely fountains, a swimming pool, lawn and patio, which I often had to myself. The décor included many fascinating Mexican art objects and each room had a unique and colorful décor in the Mexican style. No TVs! Bueno!! Music was playing all the time in the main part of the house, as seems to be common in Mexico. Surprisingly, the 25-CD changer had such selections as Edith Piaf, Sarah Vaughn, and other big band artists, apparently the taste of the owners. I could have enjoyed doing nothing but hanging around this lovely abode, but I did want to get out and explore the town, and had to get to a local gym to practice for an upcoming audition on my way back to San Francisco. It turned out the gym was part of an old elegant hotel about a mile on the other side of town, a pleasant walk. One day, I decided to take the small local bus on the cobblestone streets, and experienced such a rocking and shaking - like a small earthquake - that I could barely stand up long enough to reach my seat. I have since gravitated to balancing myself and "surfing" the bus like I used to do on the "M" Streetcar in San Francisco. My mission each night was to search for a restaurant for dinner. Ambling slowly on the cobblestones and uneven and sometimes high sidewalks, I drank in all the sights and sounds that I could, while carefully watching my step. In the languid afternoons, I enjoyed the delicious Michoacan frozen fruit bars while sitting in the Plaza, watching life unfold in front of me, meeting people, unwinding completely. Ironically, some of the residents that I met were not retired, but had galleries or websites which occupied their time. Still, they found the time to visit with me, and I appreciate their hospitality. The Sights. The vivid colors everywhere jump out and truly wake up your mind and spirit, as well as your eyes. Houses are frequently painted in multi-colored schemes, sometimes with native style accents, or murals. From the streets you see long, high walls with gates, some of wrought iron that enabled you to peek into a courtyard, or solid huge doors, which hide everything. In addition to wrought-ironwork, another local specialty is colorful, custom tile work, used mostly in bathrooms and kitchens, floors, and occasional wall or door accents. The artistic touch is everywhere. Colorful tropical vegetation tumbles over many walls, adding even more hues and textures, a delight to behold. Every so often one sees a colorful and quaint shrine built to honor Our Lady of Guadalupe, the patron saint of Mexico - my favorite Mary, with her gorgeous, expansive aura. There are a good number of outdoor murals to be seen around town, on both public buildings and private homes. Many are mystical, some display historical aspects of the town or of Mexico in general, and some are just colorful folk art designs. Walking by one mural of a gigantic iguana, located on the wall of a bar, I made up my first Spanglish word – Iguanamente. To understand, you’d need to know your polite basics – (“nice to meet you”) “mucho gusto”, (“likewise”) “igualmente”. Some folks thought it was funny, but I’m still trying to figure out the meaning. Like and iguana? One truly unexpected sighting one afternoon, was that of a large circus parade slowly coming down the 2-land carretera, or highway which links several local towns (like pre-freeway USA). I had just purchased another disposable camera and was walking around, exploring, when I heard a siren. Seeing a large vehicle with flashing lights approaching slowly in the traffic, I assumed it was a fire truck. As it went by, I saw that it along with other trucks behind it, were towing large cages of wild animals – first zebras, then various wildcats and even a giraffe. The circus was being announced over a large audio system in the first vehicle. I don’t particularly care for wild animals in cages and circuses, but I must admit, I was so stunned by this incongruous sight, that I couldn’t manage to reach into my bag and unwrap the camera and take pictures. I just stood there dumbfounded and stared. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the poverty that I saw – crumbling old stone and brick houses that were never painted, and a certain amount of litter strewn about in some areas. The town is a hodge-podge of nice homes interspersed with poor ones, or vice versa. There is no zoning as we know it. However, there was always a feeling of simple dignity even in the poor areas. I never felt threatened, as I would in a poor neighborhood in the states. The Sounds. Between the busy winter and medium busy summer gringo seasons, the village was probably at its quietest. Very little car traffic, as most Mexicans do not own cars. Upon arriving around 6PM on a hot day, I needed to stretch my legs and find someplace to eat. Having memorized the basic layout of the town from seeing maps on the internet, I set out. As the evening light slowly dimmed, people were at home, the typical cheerful up-tempo Mexican music was coming out of many different homes, happy kids were playing on the streets. The balmy climate has inspired a very indoor-outdoor lifestyle with many open-air rooms, so you can hear what is going on in many houses as you walk by. I decided I would smile and say “hola” to everyone I saw, and usually got a friendly and warm response from people of all ages. A soft breeze gently came up, and I eventually arrived at a restaurant which catered mostly to gringos. (Strangely enough, it was actually difficult to find Mexican food in the evenings, since that is family/home time to most Mexicans, who generally don’t go out to dine at night.) The restaurant was pleasant enough, open air, with a small stage for live music. An American solo-singer-guitarist played American MOR hits, which put me into a little shock, after the lovely cultural immersion I had just experienced. Another single woman came in looking for someone she was supposed to meet, who didn’t show. So, I invited her over and we started talking (over the loud gringo music, which was gradually getting on my nerves. Not what I came to Mexico for!) But, I saw how easy it was to meet people there. Later, I walked back to the B&B around the block, around dark. With no media to distract me, and having had a very long day travelling, I lay down in the grass and looked up at the stars. At this point I simply tuned into the soft, gentle, and most agreeable cacophony – exotic songbirds in the trees, church bells a few blocks away, cicadas which sounded like they must be a foot long (they’re not), the stereo gurgle of two fountains on either side of me, a gentle breeze in the trees, the clip-clop of horses sauntering by, music wafting over from different houses, a mother and child speaking to each other in sweet tones, the very occasional car going by. I was in pure bliss. A little later, all the dogs in town would routinely start barking, at what, I don’t know. Maybe it was their social hour. During the day, a common sound was that of the recorded voice of a man who sells fill-ups for the propane gas tanks that everyone has – no city gas lines there. He would slowly drive around the town with his loudspeaker, saying ga-a-a-as, ga-a-a-a-s. I would also hear various political advertising done in the same way, a car driving around with a recording going over a loudspeaker. At least I hope it was a recording, otherwise the speaker would get quite hoarse calling out all day! Many fiestas in Mexico start off at 5am with firecrackers and church bells waking people up for Mass, before they celebrate with parades, processions, food and live music and dancing for the rest of the day. I only heard firecrackers only once while there, coming from the neighboring village, so it wasn’t too loud. Knowing that the boom-boom was celebratory in nature, it didn’t cause the usual alarm one would feel in the states. Many roosters live here and there in the town, and you’ll hear them early on, also. I walked by a loud party one Sunday afternoon, which I could only hear over the walls, but not see. Big loud parties in Mexico are usually family affairs, with all the generations together laughing, enjoying music, dancing and dining. Again, no cause for alarm, as it would be in the US. The weather. Far from being bland, the lovely and temperate weather had a dynamic of its own. When I arrived in late May, the hottest time of the year, the temperature was around 85F, but dry, with nice breezes in the evening. Many shops and restaurants have a completely open wall to the street, so that being inside the building is still like being in a sidewalk café (hence the expression Hole in the Wall). The distinction between outdoor and indoor is most pleasantly blurred. The rainy season usually starts in mid-June, and I happened to experience a passionate and sudden windstorm one night, which lasted exactly two hours. It was almost dark and the power went out, and the handsome son of the gardener, who was acting as night watchman, brought me a couple of candles. Nothing else happened – we just chatted in our broken Spanish and English, and enjoyed the fury of the storm, which ended as suddenly as it started, and then, all was perfectly quiet. A couple of showers came up, as usual, in the evening or at night, which leaves the days mostly sunny. How convenient! One night I was in a charming little restaurant, with open eaves, located behind a small boutique. A sudden heavy rainstorm came up around the time I finished eating, and I was unable to leave. The senorita who had been my waitress insisted that I stay until the rain died down. Since the owner was a gringo (whose wife was from Oaxaca), there was American R&B playing. I ordered a hot chocolate, sang along with Ray Charles' Raelettes, and managed to ask the two senoritas (in Spanish!) if they would like to learn how to dance to this music. So, I showed them. We danced around together in the shop, and had a wonderful time. They were just darling, so kind and friendly. Eventually, the rain died down enough so I could walk home, the dusty cobblestone streets now washed clean and the air fresh and moist. The people. As in small towns everywhere, people are friendlier than in big cities. I said “hola” to most everyone going by, and usually got the same back. Various gringos would stop and chat. The pace of life there is so easygoing, that people normally do that, instead of rushing off in their busy, busy lives. I met an excellent photographer who has been in town for 20 years, had a gallery, and was very blended into the community. I met a naturopathic doctor and his wife who were managing a nearby B&B. We spoke of health matters and the state of things in the states, agreeing on much. I made several other acquaintances whom I would love to see again when I move down there. It was always a little adventure to relate to people in a new and foreign language, a humbling experience, but one that always gave me a little rush. I found that my zany side seemed to be well received there. Laughter seems to come easily to Mexicans. One remarkable woman I met was Conchita, who sat out on the beach every day, weaving and selling beautiful blankets and rugs. Every day, she would have to tear down her display and haul her stuff – somewhere – wherever she stayed. Obviously poor and shabby, she was walking up the sloping street from the beach one evening, pulling a huge load of her stuff in old plastic garbage bags on some sort of furniture dolly. I couldn’t believe she was doing this alone, so I got behind her and helped push. Finally, we got to her destination, where she paused and we tried to talk. Two young local men came along and joined us. One of them knew a little English, and I asked him why no one helped her. They chatted in Spanish, and he told me he couldn’t understand her very well because of her accent. She told him of her tragic story, how she had no children (anymore?) and her son had been killed in a car accident. The thing that amazed me was that she could still laugh and smile, and that she conveyed a true sense of inner peace. I told the young man to tell her I thought she was a saint. My photographer friend knew her and filled me in on her story. She was from Oaxaca, and had been driven off her ancestral land, and sat on the street corner and cried every day for six months after her son was killed. She showed up in a postcard that I bought, her picture was in a local magazine in an article by a therapist, and a painting of her was in a book given to me by my photographer friend, just before meeting her. Sometimes it feels like a real blessing to meet someone - like her. Later that evening, while walking around, the two young men passed me on the other side of the street, saying “hola” like friends. I kept having these delightful chance encounters there – one of the big reasons why I want to return. On the slightly scrubby lakeshore one Sunday, I saw kids playing in the water and mama rocking her husband in a hammock, smiling sweetly at him…such a peaceful scene. The children. Mexicans have a very strong love of family, and it shows in the happy and exuberant children I would see playing in the streets in the evening. Many of them looked almost too thin, but their energy at play seemed to indicate that they were indeed healthy. I saw a number of young girls who looked like budding high-fashion models, with their slender, elongated limbs and high cheekbones. Kids would be playing soccer on the cobblestones with great gusto, girls as well as boys, but not the two together. Since the cobblestone streets were being repaired, there were piles of dirt here and there around town. I came across a group of young girls playing Queen of the Mountain, running up and down the pile of dirt with delightful and giddy, giggly abandon. I saw young teenage mamas nursing their babies. I saw teenagers out with their grandmas. Two young girls were expertly riding horses on the beach with their father. The day after the big windstorm, there was debris to be cleaned up. In the street, I saw a young girl with her little brother who was proudly pushing a full size wheelbarrow, probably on their way to help clean up. Kids do work there, especially when poor. But the little boy had a great big smile on his face. Hey, it’s fun to help the grownups do something useful! Had I had my camera handy, I’m sure the kids would have been mystified as to why I would photograph such a simple, but delightful moment. The Upshot. My retirement can’t come a day too soon! I find myself yearning to be in the land of the real Counter Culture to the U.S. It’s only recently dawned on me what a strong link there was between Mexican culture and the 60’s psychedelic scene in San Francisco where I came of age. Various hipsters were hanging out in Mexico and bringing back elements of the culture – the colorful beads, the embroidered clothes, the relaxed attitude, enjoyment of music, dance, festivities, as well as some mind-expanding native plants. Now I realize why people started painting the SF Victorian houses in bright multi-colors. Obviously, someone had been to Mexico, and wanted to put a little color into our neutral-toned cityscape. What a concept! Things don’t have to be drab! Colors live! Iguanamente!!
  8. You are right. Staying at home most of the day, I am constantly reading international news online. Real news, not fake conspiracy theories. I can't supply links because I read up to 100 items every day. I read one written by a medical professional that some people who do survive CV do come out with lasting and very serious side effects such as lung and heart damage and inability to wake up after the required medical sedation when you are on a ventilator, which is very traumatic to the body. Other medical professionals have detailed how horrible some of these cases are even if the people live. People in ICUs with CV often die alone, the bodies pile up, the morgues fill up, and mass graves have to be dug and used. Many never see their loved ones again once they enter the ICU. This could happen anywhere the CV rates surge. CV is NOT the flu, it is much more deadly, all propaganda firmly set aside. There are more young people catching it now because they are the ones going out and socializing without protection the most. It's like unsafe sex, you really take your chances. They might not die as fast but they also may come out with lasting problems. One strong factor in young people getting CV is obesity. There are also cases of children getting it with lasting problems, and a set of triplets was just born with all of them testing positive for CV. They were tested before they even had a chance to nurse, so they did not get it from mother's milk. About the crowded hospitals, I read first hand accounts from Italy, including videos, written/made by local Italians who were fluent in English. I paid attention because I had been contemplating a trip to Italy and was very alarmed how fast it got so bad there. One woman detailed everything she saw and experienced with her own family members and neighbors, which was ghastly. One man walked through a hospital waiting room taking live videos showing the area so crowded that incoming patients were actually lying on the floor with nothing, waiting to be seen. Both said the bottom line is that it is much worse than you think. Take very good care, stay healthy! Edited by moderator to remove politics.
  9. Here is an update on the latest outcome of CV in Sweden, not the rosy scenario some believe it was (BTW all major subscription outlets offer free coverage of CV news around the world): https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/global-opinions/did-sweden-make-the-right-call-on-limiting-its-lockdown/2020/05/18/7ac732ac-96d9-11ea-91d7-cf4423d47683_story.html
  10. I received the same message from a very credible friend. I don't think this is "fake" news, it's just to get the news out faster than a media outlet would be able to. i'm not happy about having the hordes from GDL here, especially when so many aren't wearing masks these days, let alone socially isolating. When you relax the regs just a little, people start slacking off putting all of us in danger because CV is very highly contagious. One case can spread to many even before they know they are sick. There are many who are (willfully) ignorant of what can happen when it takes hold in your community because many eschew real news. If you or anyone in your household gets the virus then you have to quarantine which is when everyone in the house has to stay inside all the time, masks must be worn in the house all the time, all surfaces near the infected person must be cleaned all the time, the infected person needs their own separate room with no contact with anyone in the house, and supplies have to be brought in by an outside person and left at your door. In the often crowded Mexican households, these measures will be very hard to take, making the spread of CV even more likely than usual. I followed the news from Italy from the get-go because I had been planning a trip there. Their situation mushroomed exponentially. I was shocked reading about it getting so much worse - 20% more deaths every single day. I read stories from Italians living in the affected area who spoke fluent English, and have seen videos of Italians walking through their local hospital while narrating in English. It was shocking. The hospitals were so crowded that the waiting rooms on the first floor were not only crowded with beds and stretchers, but many patients were actually lying on the floor waiting to be seen. Churches were empty of people but full of coffins. The dead bodies were piling up so fast in the hospitals that the morgues were also filled and huge freezer trucks had to be called in just to store the dead bodies until burial without any funeral or ceremony. (And Americans worry about not going to a normal church service???) Similar situation in NYC where freezer trucks were brought in to store dead bodies - one had a freezer malfunction and the truck sat in some neighborhood until the stench of rotting bodies alerted the neighbors to the horror. Mass graves have been dug in an isolated park on an island near NYC filled up with stacks and rows of coffins. Mass burials in Brazil as well. The message from the Italians was that this is worse than you imagine and you must take all precautions so it doesn't happen to you. I will take their first hand word for that. These situations went on for around 2 months before the death rate even began to plateau. That's a good sign but it does not mean we are out of the woods! CV is far worse than the ordinary flu, contrary to the party line. And it could happen to YOU! Opening things up too early with too few limitations puts everyone in danger of the second wave of CV which experts are expecting later on. Better to be safe than sorry. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. Hindsight is cheap. Foresight is golden. Stay safe and be well.
  11. I strongly sense that those who favor The Economy over Saving Lives simply are not well informed of the realities of the situation. It's so easy to imagine "it can't happen here, or to me." Yes, people are suffering economically, but they will be suffering much more with death spreading all around them as will happen without the precautions. In the first world countries, the government helps the people, least of all in the US. Low government as we have here in MX is a sign of a 3rd world country without a decent standard of living for everyone. We gringos are the rich ones here and we are obligated to help financially, but more on that in another thread. https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/the_americas/coronavirus-brazil-killing-young-developing-world/2020/05/22/f76d83e8-99e9-11ea-ad79-eef7cd734641_story.html?utm_campaign=wp_post_most&utm_medium=email&utm_source=newsletter&wpisrc=nl_most CV deaths keep going up in MX; Jalisco still on the low side, roughly equal to Yucatan and only slightly more than Guanajuato or Oaxaca - states with far smaller populations. We are doing well here because of the strict precautions of Alfaro who has stated he is following the guidance of the U de G. Good for him and us. This is no time to slack off. I hope Moy keeps the safety blockades up. Everyone I have talked to around here supports them. https://mexiconewsdaily.com/news/coronavirus/covid-19-deaths-hit-new-daily-record-of-479/ The issue is not staying in or going out. It is what has to be done to keep the hospitals able to function. Remember, if they are packed with CV patients, a tragedy in itself, they can't care for "normal" medical emergencies. Hospitals are on the brink of collapse in Acapulco: https://mexiconewsdaily.com/news/coronavirus/acapulco-hospitals-on-point-of-collapse-mayor/ Here is how local people in Yucatan are handling the crisis: https://mexiconewsdaily.com/news/coronavirus/in-200-communities-no-one-comes-or-goes/ San Miguel is also planning to put up blockades to outsiders as they begin to reopen some businesses with strict limitations and for locals only. The Cancun area as well as Los Cabos have postponed their openings indefinitely until strict certification of sanitation can be accomplished to benefit both the workers and the travelers who will be quite concerned about travel safety.
  12. It's OK to go outside to walk around in the streets - you just can't hang around and congregate with people. You have to keep your distance if you stop to talk to someone. Obviously, people would tend to congregate at the Malecon or other parks. I take the scenic routes when I go out for errands.
  13. I was there Monday and asked the security guard outside why it was closed. He said it was because of CV. Hmm... I paid my previous bill there only 2-3 weeks ago. He also said many Telmex offices are closed (??) but that you could pay at Oxxo. So I went over there and it is certainly no safer for the customer - people standing too close together, employee's mask slipping off her face... The Telmex office hasn't been crowded for years, there is plenty of space inside so WTF? I wonder if someone there tested positive for CV and maybe they had to do a very thorough cleaning. Who knows? Sounds fishy to me.
  14. Please note that Jalisco has roughly the same amount of deaths as Yucatan, Guanajuato, and Oaxaca, states I dearly love and would like to revisit. That is in spite of the fact that Jalisco has a far greater population, with 2 major metropolises than any of these states with much lower populations. Quintana Roo - Cancun - has more than double the number of deaths of Jalisco with 1 large metro area, but with lots of foreign tourists. Again, I say kudos to Alfaro and Moy Anaya for keeping us relatively safe here at lakeside. Which is not to recommend getting complacent. https://mexiconewsdaily.com/news/coronavirus/covid-19-case-numbers-continue-rising/
  15. I don't have any inside info but I suspect the parks and other public outdoor spaces such as malecons will be closed for a while simply because that is where crowds of people collect, and that is what still has to be avoided. However, you can still take walks around town or whatever, you don't need to be indoors all day. Just keep your mask on and don't congregate or get closer than 6' to anyone. Better to be 6' apart than 6' under!
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