Since cemeteries get too jam-packed during Día de los Muertos, my family prefers to visit our dearly departed after all the festivities have ended. It's been a while since I've seen the tombs of my paternal grandparents, but I always welcome the visit. Rather than being a sad trek, my cousins and I compare memories we might have and we tend to "update" the abuelos on all they've missed. This time around, we had a special helper...
On our way back, we took a detour through one of my favorite spots in Mexico City: Los Viveros de Coyoacán. They are best described as a small forest preserve, a haven for weekend deportistas or people trying to get some exercise outta the way.
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| Rodrigo, one of my nephews, is too young to remember his great-grandfather, but he was anxious to put the flowers in place and to tell Abuelo Lupe about all he's learning in kindergarten. |
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