2020 BA Recoleta Cemetery—
Several people suggested we visit this place, and man are we glad we did. We opted out of a guided tour of the cemetery and just wandered around and discover things. Recoleta Cemetery sits on 5 acres of land—5 football fields. The monuments are highly varied. It’s like walking around a neighborhood of houses with very different architectural styles. Some are gothic, some neoclassical, some very modern. Others are more like war memorials. There are tons of cool statues, from Greek classics on the Mitre tomb, to a beautiful Edward Gorey like girl and her dog, to soldiers, and of course, Jesus himself. These mausoleums are each like a house and have large underground chambers that hold the big caskets, although I have no idea how they get them down the steep stairs in each. Some have altars and chapels at the entry, some with little chairs to sit on and think about your dead relatives. Some of the bigger caskets below get changed to smaller boxes over time that can go upstairs. Some large caskets were left at the top but barely fit and had to be wedged in sideways. Many are very well maintained and cleaned regularly, but more have been left to decay and disrepair. Some are falling in. One large triangular pediment had fallen down into the “street” and broken the tiles below it.—
Of course the visitors head straight to the Duarte Family tomb to see Eva Peron’s resting place. She really does seem to be beloved here, or at least by tourists because she’s well known. Honestly as a poorly educated stranger from a strange land, I can’t say I know many famous Argentinians.—
This place is a historical treasure. The family histories infuse the air. The streets are a hodgepodge of wealth and disparity. It’s beautiful and honoring, but the buildings that are falling down are a reminder that despite our best efforts to create a memory in perpetuity, all things fall away. It takes a lot of money, and efforts of future generations, to keep up the well maintained ones. There are no guarantees that your progeny will do what you wish, or have your same fortunes. I think I’d rather be buried in a biodegradable pod with a tree growing over me, like was recently featured in a facebook ad. (Although currently the plan is to be cremated and have my ashes scattered at the nude beach in San Francisco)—
Here’s to all those who’ve fallen, and a reminder of our inevitable fate. —
There are only two guarantees in life, as Ben Franklin reminded us: Death and Taxes. ;-)