The official celebration does not begin until tomorrow, but people are ready to go. In fact, tonight I saw more than four comparsas (parades specific to Dia de los Muertos) and many costumes.
One of the parades was the most rollicking I have ever seen in Oaxaca. Fueled by mezcal, beer, and marijuana, the pace stalled in front of Cafe Brujula. People stood in the streets dancing to the band and repeatedly shouting for the group to play one more. One man began to vomit and his lunch nearly hit my leg, but his friend guided him out of the way of the heavy pedestrian traffic, and the party is only warming up…
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