Sunday Events
So I decided to spend part of Sunday afternoon doing the "tourist" thing. I got out my little map book and decided to visit the Recoleta cemetary and the feria. So there I was on the sidewalk looking lost and innocent (that’s just my way) and of course I was approached my some "gentleman" who asked if he could help me (ha, ha, all part of my evil plan!). Anyways said gentleman takes it upon himself to personally escort me to the cemetary and explain parts and areas of the city as we walk along. Now do I know he has some sort of hidden agenda? Well maybe I have an idea but is it really my fault that he may be arriving at erroneous decisions? So I smile and nod while I enjoy my little tour and wait for the perhaps inevitable dreaded move. I tried to be careful, keep my distance and avoid any type of body contact. I thought perhaps I would be safe, I mean is there anyplace less romantic than a cemetary? But of course true to Argentine form he moved in –> and I moved away, no way was anything happening. We talked for a while longer, he walked me to the bus stop and tried to get my info. But timing is everything in this world and this was eloquently demostrated when at that moment my bus arrived. Later upon reflection would I have done the same? Maybe, maybe not…But damn it was a good tour.
October 5th, 2005 at 8:43 pm
Oh Jennifer, you are in Argentina now, we celebrate death (you have Lincoln’s birthday, we have San Martin’s death-day) and the Recoleta cemetery is quite romantic (I know it sounds quinda creepy) with all the stories the graves could share, lots of famous people and their passionate lovers are buried there, lots of tragic and romantic stories hidden there as well!
So now you know, hope you enjoyed the visit and that the guy told you the story of the honeymooners and the other one of the undead girl.