I grew up visiting my grandparents home and remember the smells of the cempazuchitl flowers, the candles burning along the path for the dead leading up to the alter in the kitchen.
On the alther table there was sweet bread, tamales, cigars hot chocolate for our ancestors to enjoy along with their pictures.
I remember falling asleep wondering if I would hear them during the night.
Dia de Los Muertos is my favorite holiday because of it's magical quality. It is a time when I am more aware of that thin line between "reality" and the unseen.
This day represents a long tradition of honoring our ancestors and celebrating life.
Come join us on Friday, November 3rd, from 6:00 to 9:00.
Viva La Vida!