Dia de los Muertos

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Dia de los Muertos

We flew to México City at the end of October for a couple of weeks, and it was our good luck to be there for El Dia de los Muertos!  What fun we had! In my previous post I shared a few pictures from one of the parades.  In the album below you will see pictures from our day in Coyoacán, our shopping for flowers and candles for our home altar as well as taking Consuelo out for La Noche...

Fun Parade for Day of the Dead in Mexico City

A couple of hours after arriving in México City we met our son and the family to go to the Día da de Los Muertos parade on Paseo de la Reforma. I have never seen so many people dressed up as catrinas in one place! Children, dogs, entire families were dressed up with amazingly intricate face and body paint. The three pictures at the top (you can arrow through them) are just a sampling of the thousands who participated.  And...

Day of the Dead in Mazatlán

There are so many wonderful holidays here in Mazatlán.  How could I possibly choose a favorite?  I love Moto Week and of course Carnaval, but what about Semana Santa – or El Dia de la Musica?  Every event is celebrated with a parade and fireworks, por supuesto! But maybe, just maybe, Day of the Dead or El Dia de los Muertos might be my favorite.  It’s such a unique celebration, full of love for family, partying, beer, fireworks, and celebration...

Our Dia de los Muertos altar

Every year we celebrate El Dia de Los Muertos (the day of the dead) along with the rest of México by creating an altar in our home.  Our only loss in my family since last year was our sweet Lab mix, Lucy, so you’ll see her picture and collar on the left.  There are also pictures of our parents and grandparents and some tequila and beer to keep them enjoying the hereafter happy hour. Sadly, the empty frame remains in our...

Remembering loved ones…

Tomorrow is the Day of the Dead, and we put together a little altar to remember our loved ones who have passed on.  Pictured are my parents, who died way too young.  My mother was only 41 and my father 56.  Paul’s parents are pictured, too – they lived longer – into their 70’s.  There is also a picture of “Papa when he was a girl” – my maternal grandfather, born in 1898, wearing a dress in the days where...