\u00a0La Recoleta Cemetery<\/h3>\n\u00a0<\/div>\nQuietly strolling through the forest of monuments, domes, and statuary fostered a sense of wonder within me. \u00a0Many of the tombs and mausoleums contained the bones of military heros, governors, the wealthy barons of Argentina, and Argentine Presidents and their families. \u00a0I couldn’t help but wonder though, who were these other people? \u00a0What were their lives like?<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\u00a0Family Crypt<\/h3>\n
The family that lays together, stays together.<\/p>\n
This is typical of many of the tombs. Glass doors and fronts.<\/p>\n
Ladders to descend into family histories. \u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\nLayers of family caskets for all to pay respects to. \u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\nLeftovers from lives and family relics adorn the shelves. \u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\nLives. \u00a0Gone, but not forgotten.<\/em><\/h3>\nLonging from loved ones who remain.<\/em><\/h3>\nTo me, one of the most personally touching of all the monuments<\/div>\nwas that of Liliana Crociati de Szascak. \u00a0The 26 year old bride was<\/div>\nhoneymooning in Innsbruck, Austria when she was killed by an<\/div>\navalanche. \u00a0Heartbroken, her mother designed her tomb…<\/div>\n<\/h3>\nLiliana Crociati de Szascak<\/h3>\n
\u00a0Her father wrote the poem beneath the life-size bronze statue of Liliana in her wedding dress:<\/p>\n
To my Daughter<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nOnly I ask myself why<\/h3>\nYou left and left my heart destroyed<\/h3>\nThat wanted only you, why?<\/h3>\nWhy? Only destiny knows the reason, and I ask myself why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nBecause we can’t be without you, why?<\/h3>\nYou were so beautiful that invidious nature destroyed you. Why?<\/h3>\nI only ask myself why, if God exists, does he take away that which is His name.<\/h3>\nBecause He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nWhy? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
After her dog, Sabu, died, the original sculptor added a bronze of the dog, with Liliani’s hand resting on its head.<\/p>\n
As I thought of my daughter, Val, my throat tightened, and a tear fell.<\/p>\n
But I had come to see the tomb of the woman who pissed of Argentina’s elite by being buried in “their” public cemetery… While little Eva was reviled by the elite of society, she was the heroine of the working masses. \u00a0Born, the illegitimate child of a rancher, then \u00a0abandoned with her mom and siblings, she rose from the dregs of humanity to become the first pro-labor First Lady of Argentina. \u00a0With 4000 tombs, how would I ever find it?<\/p>\n
I followed the crowd…<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Turns out, I felt much much more looking at Liliana’s final resting place.<\/p>\n
Next… Heading for Fin del Mundo!<\/h3>\n
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Monday, January 23, 2012 The Order of the Recoletos built a convent and church here on the edge of Buenos Aires in 1732. \u00a0Apparently they didn’t make much headway with the heathens, and wandered off less than a hundred years later. \u00a0After they left, the garden next to the convent was converted into the first … <\/p>\n
\u00a0Family Crypt<\/h3>\n
The family that lays together, stays together.<\/p>\n
This is typical of many of the tombs. Glass doors and fronts.<\/p>\n
Ladders to descend into family histories. \u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\nLayers of family caskets for all to pay respects to. \u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\nLeftovers from lives and family relics adorn the shelves. \u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\nLives. \u00a0Gone, but not forgotten.<\/em><\/h3>\nLonging from loved ones who remain.<\/em><\/h3>\nTo me, one of the most personally touching of all the monuments<\/div>\nwas that of Liliana Crociati de Szascak. \u00a0The 26 year old bride was<\/div>\nhoneymooning in Innsbruck, Austria when she was killed by an<\/div>\navalanche. \u00a0Heartbroken, her mother designed her tomb…<\/div>\n<\/h3>\nLiliana Crociati de Szascak<\/h3>\n
\u00a0Her father wrote the poem beneath the life-size bronze statue of Liliana in her wedding dress:<\/p>\n
To my Daughter<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nOnly I ask myself why<\/h3>\nYou left and left my heart destroyed<\/h3>\nThat wanted only you, why?<\/h3>\nWhy? Only destiny knows the reason, and I ask myself why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nBecause we can’t be without you, why?<\/h3>\nYou were so beautiful that invidious nature destroyed you. Why?<\/h3>\nI only ask myself why, if God exists, does he take away that which is His name.<\/h3>\nBecause He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nWhy? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
After her dog, Sabu, died, the original sculptor added a bronze of the dog, with Liliani’s hand resting on its head.<\/p>\n
As I thought of my daughter, Val, my throat tightened, and a tear fell.<\/p>\n
But I had come to see the tomb of the woman who pissed of Argentina’s elite by being buried in “their” public cemetery… While little Eva was reviled by the elite of society, she was the heroine of the working masses. \u00a0Born, the illegitimate child of a rancher, then \u00a0abandoned with her mom and siblings, she rose from the dregs of humanity to become the first pro-labor First Lady of Argentina. \u00a0With 4000 tombs, how would I ever find it?<\/p>\n
I followed the crowd…<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Turns out, I felt much much more looking at Liliana’s final resting place.<\/p>\n
Next… Heading for Fin del Mundo!<\/h3>\n
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Monday, January 23, 2012 The Order of the Recoletos built a convent and church here on the edge of Buenos Aires in 1732. \u00a0Apparently they didn’t make much headway with the heathens, and wandered off less than a hundred years later. \u00a0After they left, the garden next to the convent was converted into the first … <\/p>\n
Leftovers from lives and family relics adorn the shelves. \u00a0<\/em><\/h3>\nLives. \u00a0Gone, but not forgotten.<\/em><\/h3>\nLonging from loved ones who remain.<\/em><\/h3>\nTo me, one of the most personally touching of all the monuments<\/div>\nwas that of Liliana Crociati de Szascak. \u00a0The 26 year old bride was<\/div>\nhoneymooning in Innsbruck, Austria when she was killed by an<\/div>\navalanche. \u00a0Heartbroken, her mother designed her tomb…<\/div>\n<\/h3>\nLiliana Crociati de Szascak<\/h3>\n
\u00a0Her father wrote the poem beneath the life-size bronze statue of Liliana in her wedding dress:<\/p>\n
To my Daughter<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nOnly I ask myself why<\/h3>\nYou left and left my heart destroyed<\/h3>\nThat wanted only you, why?<\/h3>\nWhy? Only destiny knows the reason, and I ask myself why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nBecause we can’t be without you, why?<\/h3>\nYou were so beautiful that invidious nature destroyed you. Why?<\/h3>\nI only ask myself why, if God exists, does he take away that which is His name.<\/h3>\nBecause He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nWhy? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
After her dog, Sabu, died, the original sculptor added a bronze of the dog, with Liliani’s hand resting on its head.<\/p>\n
As I thought of my daughter, Val, my throat tightened, and a tear fell.<\/p>\n
But I had come to see the tomb of the woman who pissed of Argentina’s elite by being buried in “their” public cemetery… While little Eva was reviled by the elite of society, she was the heroine of the working masses. \u00a0Born, the illegitimate child of a rancher, then \u00a0abandoned with her mom and siblings, she rose from the dregs of humanity to become the first pro-labor First Lady of Argentina. \u00a0With 4000 tombs, how would I ever find it?<\/p>\n
I followed the crowd…<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Turns out, I felt much much more looking at Liliana’s final resting place.<\/p>\n
Next… Heading for Fin del Mundo!<\/h3>\n
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Monday, January 23, 2012 The Order of the Recoletos built a convent and church here on the edge of Buenos Aires in 1732. \u00a0Apparently they didn’t make much headway with the heathens, and wandered off less than a hundred years later. \u00a0After they left, the garden next to the convent was converted into the first … <\/p>\n
Longing from loved ones who remain.<\/em><\/h3>\nTo me, one of the most personally touching of all the monuments<\/div>\nwas that of Liliana Crociati de Szascak. \u00a0The 26 year old bride was<\/div>\nhoneymooning in Innsbruck, Austria when she was killed by an<\/div>\navalanche. \u00a0Heartbroken, her mother designed her tomb…<\/div>\n<\/h3>\nLiliana Crociati de Szascak<\/h3>\n
\u00a0Her father wrote the poem beneath the life-size bronze statue of Liliana in her wedding dress:<\/p>\n
To my Daughter<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nOnly I ask myself why<\/h3>\nYou left and left my heart destroyed<\/h3>\nThat wanted only you, why?<\/h3>\nWhy? Only destiny knows the reason, and I ask myself why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nBecause we can’t be without you, why?<\/h3>\nYou were so beautiful that invidious nature destroyed you. Why?<\/h3>\nI only ask myself why, if God exists, does he take away that which is His name.<\/h3>\nBecause He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nWhy? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
After her dog, Sabu, died, the original sculptor added a bronze of the dog, with Liliani’s hand resting on its head.<\/p>\n
As I thought of my daughter, Val, my throat tightened, and a tear fell.<\/p>\n
But I had come to see the tomb of the woman who pissed of Argentina’s elite by being buried in “their” public cemetery… While little Eva was reviled by the elite of society, she was the heroine of the working masses. \u00a0Born, the illegitimate child of a rancher, then \u00a0abandoned with her mom and siblings, she rose from the dregs of humanity to become the first pro-labor First Lady of Argentina. \u00a0With 4000 tombs, how would I ever find it?<\/p>\n
I followed the crowd…<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Turns out, I felt much much more looking at Liliana’s final resting place.<\/p>\n
Next… Heading for Fin del Mundo!<\/h3>\n
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Monday, January 23, 2012 The Order of the Recoletos built a convent and church here on the edge of Buenos Aires in 1732. \u00a0Apparently they didn’t make much headway with the heathens, and wandered off less than a hundred years later. \u00a0After they left, the garden next to the convent was converted into the first … <\/p>\n
<\/h3>\nLiliana Crociati de Szascak<\/h3>\n
\u00a0Her father wrote the poem beneath the life-size bronze statue of Liliana in her wedding dress:<\/p>\n
To my Daughter<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nOnly I ask myself why<\/h3>\nYou left and left my heart destroyed<\/h3>\nThat wanted only you, why?<\/h3>\nWhy? Only destiny knows the reason, and I ask myself why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nBecause we can’t be without you, why?<\/h3>\nYou were so beautiful that invidious nature destroyed you. Why?<\/h3>\nI only ask myself why, if God exists, does he take away that which is His name.<\/h3>\nBecause He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nWhy? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
Only I ask myself why<\/h3>\nYou left and left my heart destroyed<\/h3>\nThat wanted only you, why?<\/h3>\nWhy? Only destiny knows the reason, and I ask myself why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nBecause we can’t be without you, why?<\/h3>\nYou were so beautiful that invidious nature destroyed you. Why?<\/h3>\nI only ask myself why, if God exists, does he take away that which is His name.<\/h3>\nBecause He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nWhy? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
That wanted only you, why?<\/h3>\nWhy? Only destiny knows the reason, and I ask myself why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nBecause we can’t be without you, why?<\/h3>\nYou were so beautiful that invidious nature destroyed you. Why?<\/h3>\nI only ask myself why, if God exists, does he take away that which is His name.<\/h3>\nBecause He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nWhy? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
<\/h3>\nBecause we can’t be without you, why?<\/h3>\nYou were so beautiful that invidious nature destroyed you. Why?<\/h3>\nI only ask myself why, if God exists, does he take away that which is His name.<\/h3>\nBecause He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nWhy? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
You were so beautiful that invidious nature destroyed you. Why?<\/h3>\nI only ask myself why, if God exists, does he take away that which is His name.<\/h3>\nBecause He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nWhy? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
Because He destroys us and leaves us to an eternity of sadness!<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nWhy? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
Why? I believe in fate and not in you. Why?<\/h3>\nBecause I only know that I always dream with you, why is that?<\/h3>\nFor all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
For all the love my heart feels for you.<\/h3>\nWhy? \u00a0Why?<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
<\/h3>\nYour Papa<\/h3>\n
After her dog, Sabu, died, the original sculptor added a bronze of the dog, with Liliani’s hand resting on its head.<\/p>\n
As I thought of my daughter, Val, my throat tightened, and a tear fell.<\/p>\n
But I had come to see the tomb of the woman who pissed of Argentina’s elite by being buried in “their” public cemetery… While little Eva was reviled by the elite of society, she was the heroine of the working masses. \u00a0Born, the illegitimate child of a rancher, then \u00a0abandoned with her mom and siblings, she rose from the dregs of humanity to become the first pro-labor First Lady of Argentina. \u00a0With 4000 tombs, how would I ever find it?<\/p>\n
I followed the crowd…<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Turns out, I felt much much more looking at Liliana’s final resting place.<\/p>\n
Next… Heading for Fin del Mundo!<\/h3>\n
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Monday, January 23, 2012 The Order of the Recoletos built a convent and church here on the edge of Buenos Aires in 1732. \u00a0Apparently they didn’t make much headway with the heathens, and wandered off less than a hundred years later. \u00a0After they left, the garden next to the convent was converted into the first … <\/p>\n