In Nicaragua

On my first day in Nicaragua, in the town of Masaya, I happened upon a funeral procession. The casket was placed in a black ornate horse drawn carriage. The horses were draped in beautifully crocheted white blankets. I crossed paths with this tradition twice more during my travels. The family, friends, and neighbors follow behind on foot quietly, no music. It was silent. It was simple beautiful. 
Back to Top