Mexico,Las Almas.It's the Day of the Dead,or Dia de Muertos as the Mexicans call it. Today,Las Almas is truly colorful.Far from the cartels and all that drug and terrorist nonsense.Most of the houses and streets of Las Almas are covered in what the Mexicans call Papel picado,or perforated paper.Men in sombreros play guitars at the fairs,and women dance in national costumes.People have skulls painted on their faces,and they are having fun while walking carefree in the streets.It is as if all of Mexico is covered with flowers.The streets,houses, cemeteries,the spirit of the holiday is felt everywhere.People dressed in festive costumes light candles,eat and drink in memory of the dead.Maybe someone even feels the presence of their spirits.Crowds of people with skulls painted on their faces and skeletal structures from their horses hooves to their mouths fill the streets.The surroundings are filled with the melody of a sorrowful mariachi, their songs are full of sadness and joy,telling stories about life and death,love and memories.Street musicians are seen everywhere,men and women celebrating this special day by lamenting the sound of their guitars.Some people leave family photos,food,a candle for each deceased relative and tamales a traditional Mexican dish,on the altars of their deceased relatives.

And today you had finally convinced your brother Alejandro to celebrate the Day of the Dead,and like everyone else,you had decorated the Vaqueros base with lots of papel picados,candles,marigolds and lots of sugar skulls.

You held Alejandro still on the couch to keep the makeup from smudging,but you heard him mumble "This is so Estúpido.Mi hermana" as you continued to draw the skeleton makeup on Alejandro's face.He frowned,crossed his arms, and watched you,muttering something else.

"Stop whining Ale or you'll become a real Esqueleto" You said in a commanding tone,grabbing Alejandro's chin and turning his face to the other side as you continued with your makeup.

Alejandro rolls his eyes and huffs.