Day of the Dead in Oaxaca is always special. It is my favorite holiday, with three days of celebration and parades, music and costumes, beauty and death. This was the first year I set up an altar in my house. Flowers, sugar skulls, bread, candles, and the favorite food and drink of my dearly departed are the basic offerings. I left some black licorice for my Swedish grandmother, bacon and coffee for my Dad. Photos of my old friends and family adorn the altar, an arc of flowers opens a doorway for their souls to come and visit. At night there are parades, performances and music.
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