Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico (Google Maps ⧉, OpenStreetMap ⧉)

"I was born in Guadalajara and I studied in Mexico City and then in San Francisco, at Berkeley."

"“Mexico City, Guadalajara.”"

"past the heavy pillars and the balustrade on which sat the old Guadalajara olla with its inscription half visible–asita–"

"While the conversation turned to community security, Jack Cherrystone remarked, “No offense, but it’s beginning to look like fucking Guadalajara or something down there.”"

"At the bottom of the box was something heavy which, unwrapped, turned out to be a water jar with something in Spanish written across it. “Guadalajara,” Oliver said. “Now you’re supposed to feel that the place is yours.”"