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No trip to Buenos Aires is complete with a visit to Recoleta Cemetery, the place where Eva Peron (Evita) and many others have their final resting places. I was going to write “buried” just then, but realized that it’s not really appropriate, because almost all of the tombs are above ground!
The cemetery itself isn’t that large – only 14 acres, and we were able to walk around it and see the important sites in only an hour or so. Originally based around a small church, Recoleta is now listed as one of the 10 best cemeteries in the world. It’s laid on a grid-like pattern, with streets and intersections.
Each of the tombs is like a small building, and they even have addresses to help you find your way. It’s a fascinating mini-city in a way, where each family has ultimate control over what “their” tomb looks like – so you get an amazing cross-section of architectural styles. Baroque and Neo-Gothic next to Art Deco and Art Nouveau. There were even a few minimalist tombs from more recent “burials”.
Although most of the tombs are well-cared for, there are some that have clearly not been visited in some time. Spider webs cover the doors, and well-rusted chains keep unwanted visitors out. A few tombs had been damaged, and in one you could clearly see the lead-lined coffins stacked up inside!
Recoleta is also famous for the cats who live there. We didn’t see as many as I was expecting, but we did see one old Tom who seemed quite wise with age. He was perfectly placed for petting, and didn’t seem bothered one bit when I gave him a scratch.
I felt quite guilty wandering around the cemetery, because this is the main burial place for the Argentine elite, and yet (other than Eva Peron) I didn’t recognize any names. Carlos Saavedra Lamas, Facundo Quiroga, or Luis Federico Leloir. They are all notable people with a rich history, people who have contributed to society, and yet their names don’t mean anything to me. I consider myself a well-educated person, and yet I’m always amazed by how much I don’t know.
Clearly, she cannot be bothered to do anything else about that fact at the moment. I am so tempted to pull on that tail right now!
We are off on a long weekend trip to Belgium early tomorrow morning – 2 hours to Brussels on the Eurostar and then a short connecting train to Ghent. We’re hoping to explore Ghent, Bruge, and Antwerp, and maybe even make it to the tram that runs along the coast of the North Sea. I won’t be surprised if some beer and chocolate are involved at some point too!
The cats have been causing a few problems lately, mostly because with the lighter mornings they’ve decided that 4:30 is the PERFECT time for running around the house like mad kitties. And they’ve been using part of the carpet by the stairs as a scratching post, which is not a good thing. So I did what any sensible person does, and threw money at the problem, and now I’m hoping it goes away.
We bought the kitties a new plaything. I’ve variously heard it called a “cat-tree” or a “kitty-condo”, but personally I think nothing short of “feline palace” will do.
There’s only one slight problem.
Do you know the feeling when you’ve gone shopping for new clothes, and you find a great pair of jeans, and you decide to be “optimistic” and buy them one size smaller than you really need, because obviously that will be the motivation you need to lose about 10 pounds … But then you get home and try to put them on and it’s like stuffing a sausage casing … ?? Well, even if won’t admit to knowing that feeling, Amaretto does.
Well, I’m afraid my “feline palace” is not “jumbo-kitty” sized. :) Her arse is definitely falling out!!