I took a bus to a small town in the Guatemalan highlands. Central America is gorgeous. You feel like you’re in the clouds and often it’s literally true.
Todos Santos is a tiny hamlet, nestled in some hills hours from the nearest city.
The town was celebrating it’s annual festival, which consisted of a horse race full of drunken riders.
Small bands playing a Marimba were set up all around.
It was also Day of the Dead and everyone went into the cemetery to leave offerings for departed relatives.
This place is so green it feels like your eyes are popping.