Saturday night....the 31st...I had an interesting experience. We went to a cemetery in Oaxaca called San Miguel (less authentic) and one in a nearby pueblo called Xoxo (pronounced "HoHo" like Santa Klaus). It was a experience of juxtaposition. The celebrating that included food and Mezcal and carnival rides and music. And then the waiting and mourning and decorating of the graves. Especially in Xoxo, some of the older, Indigenous people had sat down to wait and it was obvious that they believe in the spirit of the Muertos. It's a beautiful tradition. I'm glad I got to witness it.
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