In San Diego we celebrate Day of the Dead. My understanding is that this holiday is called “Día de Muertos” in Spanish and “Día de los Muertos” in Spanglish. We had a Day of the Dead street festival about five blocks from my apartment this past Saturday, so I went and took some pictures. Sorry to those who follow my social media accounts and who have already seen this photo.

girl dancing some mexican folkdance

Also noteworthy around here is that Saturday it was everything-is-going-to-catch-on-fire weather. Hot, clear, and sunny (which helped the photograph a lot because I have neither Photoshop nor the skills to use it). Everyone at the festival was downing aguas frescas, and many of the costumed people who went out to the local bars on Saturday night were not wearing a lot of clothes.

But on Sunday all that changed. All of a sudden, it became winter. We are all wearing hoodies and scarves and mittens. It might even rain.