I arrive in Guatemala on the day of the dead, November 1st. I'm curious about this holiday, so I go to the cemetery to see what's happening. What I find is quite interesting. The atmosphere is like a party. There are people every where. Families are sitting around the graves of their dead ancestors. They clean the grawes and add fresh flowers. I walk througbh the cemetery and admire the beauty of all the colorfyl flowers.There is also color in the sky, because many kids are flying kites. Some families are having a picnic next to the graver. They eat, drink, and chat together. People laugh and smile.In the Unites states, cemeteries are always somber. We certainly never have fistivals or parties next to grawes. We don't laugh or play music or fly kites in cemeteries either.I find that I prefer the Guatemalan approach. I like the way they remember and celebrate those who have passed way. I like that they ackmowledge death, instead of denying it the way Americans. I like that there is life, as wel as death, in their cemeteries.Guatemalans call it "the day of the dead", but it also a day to appreciate life.
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