One afternoon, we spotted a neighborhood cemetery along the main road leading towards many nearby beaches and Santa Cruz. On our way back to Playa Junquillal, we stopped to take a closer look. As we silently snapped shot after shot of the garishly-colored graves in the dry grass, a rooster in the adjacent farmhouse honked loudly, his bovine brethren scoured for hay, and the impassioned dialogue of a daytime telenovela blared from the shack across the road.
