We stayed with Aunt Lucinda and her husband Ramon for the Los Dias de los Muertos or Days of the Dead. I came to Mexico not to celebrate Halloween but to mourn for my dead girl's soul. Every night, I would sneak out and visit the graves hoping that I'd get to see her, but nothing eerie lurked in those quiet nights. So I comforted myself to the
holiday cheer. Yes, it's cheer, because unlike in other countries, they celebrate Halloween like a birthday feast for the dead. They honor them with flowers and prayers.
