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Dia de Muertos
In 2013, we visited Guanajuato, Mexico during the Dia de los Muertos celebrations. This photo gallery shows both the daytime and night-time festivities.Related Posts:Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) in Guanajuato, Mexico: Part I -- By Jennifer ShippDia de Muertos (Day of the Dead) in Guanajuato, Mexico: Part II -- By Jennifer ShippDia de Muertos (Day of the Dead) in Guanajuato, ...
Down the stairs and then up an enormous hill, a steady stream of locals made their way to the cemetery which is located near the Museo de las Momias (Mummy Museum) in Guanajuato. A veritable party was happening along the street leading to the cemetery, which was actually only about a 3 minute walk through the ghettos of Guanajuato from our house (most of Guanajuato is very safe and really cool, but we ...
I have read that Dia de los Muertos is more comparable to Thanksgiving than to Halloween, but my experience hasn’t confirmed this. Indeed, walking through Guanajuato last night around 11:00 PM, the town didn’t have the quiet-American-holiday feel to it. No. No. No. Guanajuato was seething. The music was loud and the bars were overflowing. There was a cantankerous, rebellious vibe in the air. Yes, there were ...
Writing about traditions that are deeply ingrained in a culture is difficult in part because none of the participants in the tradition really knows or remembers where it originally really came from or why they do what they do to celebrate it. The meaning of the holiday, the holiness, in a sense, becomes lost underneath all the ritual and requirements of the festivities.But still, there's comfort in ...
Since we arrived here a week ago, there have been booths and tiendas set up with sugar skulls. Mexico is where Dia de los Muertos originated and so the festivities and traditions surrounding the event still supercede the goings-on of El Cervantino (a festival celebrating Miguel Cervantes and art in general) and the arrival of the Carrera Panamericana cars.Dia de Muertos takes place over the course of ...
“The streets are serpentine.” Hugh, our taxi driver told us as we stood outside the hotel on our way to the bus station. I’d heard that the city was rather like a labyrinth, but I doubted it could be worse than the medina in Fez. I’d looked at a few maps, but I just didn’t think that we’d struggle finding our way around.And I tend to enjoy being lost anyway. I find the coolest thing when I have no idea ...
At Denver International Airport, before boarding the plane from Denver to Los Angeles, I downloaded a Henry David Thoreau book called Walking. I figured a philosophical slant on things would help keep me balanced. Also, I thought that perhaps reading about walking would help me cope more effectively with being folded up into tight spaces for the ensuing two days (or it would have the opposite effect on me…I ...