Dumb Luck on Día de Muertos
You’re going to hate me. By a complete fluke, my first days in Mexico City fell on Día de Muertos. Not only did I accidentally arrive on the perfect dates, but when I was heading to a random museum, I stumbled across the starting point of the city’s grand parade. I know. I’m the worst.
At night I came across a giant crowd of people queuing in winding rows outside a park. I found a place in the hectic chain and made my way to the unknown finish line.
Turns out it was a huge event in Chapultepec park with colorful decorations, food stands, dances, and live Mariachi music. Somebody really should’ve punched me at this point.
Throughout the day, I was continually overwhelmed. The celebrations made everyone so energized, so full of life. For a holiday about death, that’s quite a happy accident.
