In the sleepy town of **Pomuch**, nestled in the Yucatán Peninsula’s Campeche state, there’s a cemetery unlike any other. Here, death isn’t quiet. It isn’t sealed away behind stone or hidden behind flowers. In Pomuch, death sits in the open—neatly arranged in wooden boxes, cleaned and cared for by the living. And the bones? They breathe stories.
Forget what you think you know about death. In Mexico, it’s not something to fear — it’s something to celebrate. Every year from October 31st to November 2nd, the country bursts into color, scent, sound, and memory for what might be the most magical holiday on the planet: Día de los Muertos, or The Day of the Dead.
You might think you know Prince Edward Island—green rolling hills, red sand beaches, and of course, Anne of Green Gables. But this little island on Canada’s eastern coast is more than a page from a book. It’s a place where nature whispers in your ear, locals wave like old friends, and time doesn’t hurry.