Recoleta

Recoleta

I went to Recoleta to pay my respects to Evita Paron. I remember as I child my mom would never let me pray to Buddha if I wasn't clean. I guess she wanted me to respect the dead. Evita deserves the same respect so I decided to clean up and shave the beard (check the photos). So I went out and bought the necessary stuff. I wasn't able to cut my hair until after I left the cemetery. I couldn't for the life of me find a place to cut my hair in the Microcento. The cab ride over was amazing. The driver could say hello in about 15 languages including Chinese, English, Russian and Hebrew! I must admit I was a little nervous when I got to the cemetery. When I stepped in all that was gone. This really was a special place. The only think about the whole experience that wasn't surreal was all the tourists (me included) taking photos. I really love how the people that run the cemetery 1) don't charge to enter and 2) Do not over emphasize Evita's grave. In fact Evita's grave is tucked away off to the side and the tour guides don't walk you right there as soon as you enter. I was expecting nothing short of neon sings and T shirts as soon as you came within 500 feet of Evita's final resting place. There was nothing like that - Bravo to the people responsible. I guess their mamas made them respect the dead when they were little also. Since the grave is kinda obscured I liked having to hunt for it. I really felt like I was discovering something. After I left I found a super nice salon. I paid 20 $US for a hair cut. I guess that is not bad. I pay 15 at MasterCuts and this place would make MasterCuts look like MasterBators. There were at least 60 (I asked) stylists and they were full to the max. The guy did a super job (I think he was gay too. Funny I thought that was only in the U.S.) I took a pic to remember the moment.