Today Christian took us to the cemetary which is suposed to be the most beautiful in Central America. I don't doubt it; it was incredible to see so many ornate monuments and statues honoring one's life and death. It is so different from the cemetaries in the U.S. For one, as opposed to having individual plots, it is separated into families. The graves build up wards like buildings, not outwards like the spacious ones in the US. At the entrance sits a woman selling flowers and shielding herself from the sun. Today was cooler than yesterday by seven degrees, still stiffling at 90. Although it may be as hot as hell, its beauty makes it a peaceful resting palce.
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