Sunday, November 2, 2008
Dia de los Muertos
Some very useful advice prepared us for the reception we would receive when we paused at the cemetery outside Pomacuaran on our route to Angahuan. As our troop of cyclists wandered through the festivities dressed in spandex and cycling shoes the celebrants welcomed us into their event by piling our arms high with tamales, chayote, gelatin, bananas, pan de muerto, and bottomless bowls of piping hot pozole. Attending the Mexican celebration of the dead and seeing first hand the universal beauty of the homage paid to loved ones who have passed on, I can't help but wonder about the solitary way we handle death in our own culture.