I love everything about Day of the Dead in Mexico.
Even though I've been 27 times, the holiday is still a bit mysterious. It's a strongly spiritual time - full of tradition, story-telling and expressions of love for those dear departed loved ones....
You don't need to speak Spanish in order to be enveloped with color and art, the perfumed smoke of the copal, the pageantry of millions of flowers painting the cemeteries orange and magenta in anticipation of the spirit's arrival. You notice the abundance of good foods and are impressed with the extraordinary effort used to build home ofrendas & decorate the tombs.
Each year I return thinking folks are going to get tired of all this work - the economics won't permit such lavish expenditures - it must fizzle out eventually... but it never does!

I am always greeted with a tamale at the door or a cup of punche (or mezcal) in the cemetery. I am warmly greeted by strangers and invited in to see their ofrendas... and there is nothing I like better than to spend an hour in the house of strangers, asking questions about their dead relatives I've never met while sharing homemade champurrado and a freshly made tortilla while a rooster walks past!

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