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During my exchange in the beautiful city of Mérida on the Yucatán Peninsula, I found myself anxious and counting the days for the Day of the Dead to arrive; after watching “coco” my expectation to experience the mexican tradition was high. As I left college and walked around the city, I could see the magic of the day of the dead starting in the streets. Skulls were everywhere, from sweets to flags, the famous cempasúchil flowers filled the streets with their smell and their vibrant color, black and white inks sold on the streets later would become the famous Mexican skull makeup. In that night, my friends and I got together in my bedroom to characterize ourselves as a Mexican skull for the first time. That moment was recorded in my memory with the emotion and the beauty of being all together characterized. We went to participate in one of the many activities that take place in the city during that time, a bicycle ride to the main cemetery. On the street, several people let themselves be carried by the culture and were painted with skulls in the square, many women wore traditional Yucatan clothes and flowers on their heads, symbolizing La Catrina. After the meeting in the square, we cycling freely through the city until we reached the cemetery, where we walked along with the crowd, listening carefully to the music they played; we saw a traditional altar with photos, flowers and food that loved ones liked; mezcal, tequila, moles, sugar skulls and bread from the dead, a typical dish of the time, were not lacking. We were able to feel and experience a little bit of the Day of the Dead tradition and make a connection with the essence of it and with all that it represents for Mexicans, who every year celebrate the return of the souls of the loved ones to the world of the living, with great hope and joy. The Day of the Dead tradition is so special and unique that it has been declared a World Heritage Site by Unesco. I didn't have my own altar or flowers to light the way for my loved ones, but in every corner I passed, I felt welcomed by all Mexicans who opened up to share their tradition with tourists, like me. Being able to be there that day, discovering and connecting with a new culture was one of the best things I've ever done. I never knew how to deal with death, but today I know that there is a possibility of seeing it with different eyes, after all life is a party and the death is not the end. Now, I'm looking forward to make new local connections around the world.