Thursday, May 6, 2010

El Cementerio

No words can justly express the mix of colors, feels, class differences, earth, dirt, empty bottles of booze, colors, and pure, unexplainable quiet that accompanied us through the huge cemetery in Xela. Hopefully the photos can act as puzzle pieces and give you all somewhat of a picture of the whole.

We went as three. It isn't safe to go alone. Everything happens in the cemetery. Everything.

We saw a man going for a walk just as we entered. We said Buenos Tardes, as is customary, then he went on to tell us how relaxing an afternoon walk in the cemetery is...because everyone is dead. We all got a good laugh and went on our way. Enjoy.

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