Two years ago I went to Patzcuaro for Dia de Los Muertos. I had a wedding in Zihuatanejo, Guerrero the weekend before so I took the five hour bus ride from Zihua to meet Regina in Morelia, Michoacan and we drove to Patzcuaro the next day. We started out late, as usual, but we realized it had all been for a reason when we came upon the perigrinacion (procesion) by the charros from Morelia to Patzcuaro. This procesion happens in every town for every big celebration and the fact that we started out at the exact time they did gave us a little insight into what we were in store for.
The first day was spent wandering through the town with me taking photos and Regina laughing about how everyone really does speak to me in English even when I’m walking around with Mexicans. She didn’t believe me. We got homemade ice cream and ate some of the best tacos I have ever had. We went to a bakery where they were making pan de muertos (bread of the dead), my favorite, and got some fresh out of the oven. We talked to everyone we could and then took a nap to prepare for the night where we would sleep on the island of Janitzio. Little did we know just how incredible that night would be.
These are the photos from that first day. You can see the Holga photos I took here and tomorrow will be the photos of Janitzio. They deserve their own post entirely and I feel it’s only fitting that I post each day on the prospective date that they were taken two years ago.