{"id":4029,"date":"2015-11-11T05:57:40","date_gmt":"2015-11-11T13:57:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bloodinyoursaltwater.com\/?p=4029"},"modified":"2015-11-11T05:57:40","modified_gmt":"2015-11-11T13:57:40","slug":"oh-my-daughters-oh-my-son-buenos-aires-argentina-11-09-2015","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bloodinyoursaltwater.com\/?p=4029","title":{"rendered":"Oh My daughters, oh my son\u2026 – Buenos Aires, Argentina \u2013 [11-09-2015]"},"content":{"rendered":"

You were suppose<\/em>\"Eva\"<\/a><\/em>d to have been immortal
\nThat\u2019s all they wanted
\nNot much to ask <\/em>for<\/em>
\n\u00a0But in the end you could not deliver<\/em><\/p>\n

~*~*
\nThe choice was mine and mine completely
\nI could have any prize th<\/em>at I desired
\nI could burn with the fury of the brightest star
\nOr else, or else I could choose time
\nBut remember, I was very young then
\nAnd a year was forever and a day
\nSo what use could fifty, sixty, seventy be?
\nI saw the lights and I was on my way
\nAnd how I lived, and how they shone
\nBut how soon the lights were gone\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t a saint.<\/p>\n

They call her one; Santa Evita. But she wasn\u2019t, scratch the surface of the glamour and Eva Peron was a woman who clawed, scraped and slept her way to the top. She did a lot of good, but she was far from selfless.<\/p>\n

Yet, standing in front of her grave in the endless Recolleta Cemetery , where she is buried in not the Peron but the Duarte family tomb, there are still fresh flowers laced into the grates of the doors. Argentina still mourns its Eva, even though she is so long gone now that she is little more than a legend.<\/p>\n

We hadn\u2019t intended to end up in Recolleta, but I wasn\u2019t sorry that we had done so. One of the friends I was with had never been, and although Tolly and I had both been (her as recently as two days ago), it\u2019s a place that you can find yourself lost in and not see what you did the first time. It\u2019s very peaceful \u2013 this city of the dead \u2013 almost lullingly so. Eerily so. Tolly mentioned that it made her wonder if this was what Pompeii had been like before the disaster; only in these streets the residents do no roam, at least not in the conventional sense.<\/p>\n

Evita is far from the only resident in this silent city; though her resting place is the most visited. Some, sadly, are no longer visited at all. Many of the tombs belong to families who descendants are long forgotten, looking through half-open locked grates one can see the entrancingly chilling sight of elegant decay. In one instance the stain glass roof had crashed to the ground, lying in pieces amongst the toppled masonry, the coffin itself sheltered and untouched in its niche as the ferns and flowers fought their way up through the cracks beneath it. There was something hypnotizing about it, Tolly almost had to pull me away.<\/p>\n

Whose life was that? Whose child, whose parent?<\/p>\n

It is not Evita\u2019s grave that interests me here, it\u2019s all the others that are swallowed up by her shadow. All the others time has forgotten.<\/p>\n

The cats were gone, that was the one thing I noticed. There used to be cats roaming the cemetery everywhere, lazing in the shadow of long dead generals and patrolling the perimeter of Evita\u2019s neighbours; but I didn\u2019t see one today. Although Tolly said she spotted cat food near one of the benches.<\/p>\n

Buenos Aires itself is a city I had not thought I would set foot in again. I was lucky enough to visit on one of the world cruises quite some time ago, one of my very first. Then, I went out alone, somehow more confident than I am now. So it was a different experience to explore Recolleta with someone else. We had started out with four people, but two of us turned a corner and vanished from the sight of the others before they even realized we\u2019d gone; we eventually met up at a caf\u00e9 and drank fresh juice and nibbled on warm croissants. There are worse ways to spend a day.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve actually been in Buenos Aires three days, but the first day was Amras\u2019 and my last day in port together, most of which was spent tracking down a desperately needed suitcase (but which also included breakfast at a lovely little corner caf\u00e9 so I can\u2019t complain), and he debarked the second day; which left me with today \u2013 and I wasn\u2019t going to go out at all, but as it turned out I did need a little peace and quiet.<\/p>\n

The puzzle that is the City of the Dead proved to be exceptionally good at providing that.<\/p>\n

Even if it does give us a stark reminder that we are \u2013 none of us \u2013 immortal.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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