The cemetery: colorful, busy, noisy. There were tons of people, just sitting by the graves of their loved ones. Women were selling food, there were loud speakers playing music and kids were flying kites. It was a festive site. I asked Isabel if people ever cry at the graves. She said no, they cry for a while after the person dies and then no more.
An old women tends to the decorations at the graves; arranging flowers and making sure the candles stay lit.
Each family took a turn ringing the bells. They ring the bells once for each person lost.
A man stands surrounded by incense smoke for the mass held in the cemetery. The priest read aloud every name of every person buried in the cemetery.
Another view of the cemetery.
Tia Isabel swinging incense over the family graves. Buried here are Tia Kata's baby girl who died just after birth and Benancio's older brother who died of an illness at age seven.
A woman's work is never done: A woman carrying a baby who is breast feeding while she swings incense over her family's graves.
A view from the cemetery looking down into the valley filled with fog.
A man cleans and prepares his family's graves at the edge of the cemetery.
Don Pedro, a wonderful old man who owns a tienda in town and is cronies with Don Juan.
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