As the sun sets on November 2nd in the quiet borough of San Andrés Mixquic, the local cemetery begins to glow. Hundreds of candles flicker to life. Marigold petals form glowing pathways. The air is thick with the scent of copal incense and tamales. But this is no ordinary cemetery visit — this is a sleepover with the dead.

If ever there was a city having an identity crisis—in the best possible way—it’s Calgary. One part slick and modern metropolis, one part dusty rodeo town, Calgary is where cowboy hats meet coffee shops, and glass skyscrapers rise over bucking broncos. Nestled between prairie and peaks in southern Alberta, it’s a city that doesn’t just surprise you—it throws you right into the ring.