Three lessons about death that I learned from Dia de los Muertos

This is the story of how I manifested my way to Oaxaca for the day of the dead, what I learned there, and how the universe granted me a sign that there is more to this world than meets the eye.

In October, I finished my gig in Las Vegas and jumped on a plane to Mexico City. There, I suddenly realised that my journey would take me through Oaxaca, the region known for the country’s most vibrant and elaborate day of the dead celebrations.

There was only one problem: I didn’t have a place to stay and hotels were sold out months ago.

So I did what …