I arrive Guatemala on The Day of the Dead, November 1st. I’m curious about this holiday, so go to the cemetery to see what’s happening. What I find is quite interesting.
atmosphere is like a party. There are people everywhere. Families are sitting the graves of their dead ancestors. They clean the and add fresh flowers. I walk through the cemetery and admire beauty of all the colorful flowers.
There is also in the sky, because many kids are flying kites. families are having a picnic next to the graves. eat, drink, and chat together. People laugh and smile.
In the Unites States, cemeteries are somber. We certainly never have festivals or parties next to graves. We don’t laugh or play music fly kites in cemeteries either.
I find that prefer the Guatemalan approach. I like the way they and celebrate those who have passed away. I like that they acknowledge death, instead of denying the way Americans do. I like that there is life, as well as death, their cemeteries.
Guatemalans call it “The Day of Dead”, but it is also a day to appreciate life.