As the community came together to celebrate Dia De Los Muertos I walked through the Ofrenda halls, passed by the smell of mole, & outside into the mini market. You saw children mesmerized by those dressed in traditional fashions with their face makeup (pictured @ 5:07pm-chose not to be named) & you saw the long lines from the community looking for abuelita hot chocolate with a piece of pan de muerto (pictured @ 6:02pm). The passing out of pan de muerto was allowing for those who didnt quite understand why the pieces of dough were on the ofrendas to take a piece of the tradition. They could feel the sweet bread dipped in the warm cocoa fill their bodies to replicate how the ofrendas were fulfilling the voices of those being honored.