[Nothing could really beat what happened back home, but Manolo had a point. Joaquin turned his gaze back to the small alter, memorized again by the flames.]

Yeah... Every year back home, everyone in the village would get so caught up in the spirit of things. There weren't hardly any alters empty, there was always music, and the kids would run around playing all day and all night.

[Then a small smile tilts up at the corners of his lips.]

I'm glad you're here too, Manny. Not just today but.. everyday.