Back from the Dead (and Mexico): Our Día de los Muertos Trip Was Pure Magic

We’re back from our Día de los Muertos adventure in Mexico!
Well—technically—everyone else is back. I’m still here soaking up a few more weeks of color, sound, and soul.

This year’s trip might’ve been our best yet. The week was magic from start to finish. We had an incredible mix of returning guys and three new ones who fit in like old friends. Watching everyone fall under San Miguel’s spell—wandering cobblestone streets, tasting food that borders on holy, and seeing how joy can live right next to simplicity—reminded me why I do this.

We met locals who opened their hearts, dined like kings, and laughed until it hurt. My Bob showed off his favorite city corners, and Salt Lake Chris spoiled us rotten with his extra care. By the end of it, everyone’s body and spirit had been fed—some quite literally, thanks to my favorite masseur.

From candlelit cemeteries to parades bursting with marigolds and mariachi, San Miguel de Allende offered a reminder that life and death can dance beautifully together.

To my guys who joined—thank you for making it unforgettable.
And to those who didn’t—start packing. Because once you experience the magic of Mexico, you’ll never see “vacation” the same way again.