Don Day’s father was a Scotsman. Well, actually, not just a Scotsman but, according to Don Day’s mother, a bloody great Scotsman. What is a bloody great Scotsman? He’s a man who wears a kilt to formal occasions, appreciates the tossing of a...
It was about six, maybe seven years ago. I was perched at the far end of Harry’s Bar in San Miguel de Allende. From there you could have a bird’s eye view of pretty much everything that was going on. And there was always something going on. What was going...
Many, many years ago, an 18-year-old Canadian boy came to Mexico for the summer. He had learned that by spending six weeks with a family in this faraway foreign land, he would receive a university credit in Spanish. He had dreamed that the Mexican family would, like...
The number of times Don Day’s mother warned him. Don’t talk to strangers on the street. But Don Day never listened. And still doesn’t. The latest stranger I started talking to was on a street called Hernandez Macias in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico....
It’s not impossible to find in the middle of Mexico but it’s definitely not easy. Don Day is talking about fish that can be savored in its cleanest and most elegant form, sushi grade fish. Lack of sustainability has taken away Don Day’s favorite fish...
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