Day 15: Another Cemetery? Sure.

Waking up to witness the major fog condition in Iguazu (again), I was sure that my flight back to Buenos Aires would be delayed. But Claudia, the host lady at the B&B, did not think so. She said in autumn it was pretty common to have early morning fog, but it would clear up in an hour or two. My flight was at 11:35am, sure enough, it took off on time. Special thanks to Claudia, she has been a very nice host, and very helpful in giving me advice about getting around from airport to town, the restaurant where I could find some more reasonably priced food. She also helped me to reserve the airport transfer pick up, prepared a huge breakfast for me this morning. Even though her B&B was a bit further than other more conveniently located B&B, hostels and hotels, I think it is a good choice. Her hospitality triumph it all.

Back to Buenos Aires, it was already 1:30pm, my flight will not leave until 11:00pm, so technically I have had the entire day to see more of Buenos Aires. But I couldn’t ask Diego to wait for me to go pick up my bag all day long, so I texted him, agreed that I will go to his place to pick up my backpack at 4pm, I have about 2 hours to do something. I thought I missed Carlos Gardel’s grave the other day in Recoleta Cemetery. Turned out I didn’t, Gardel’s grave is actually in Chacarita Cemetery. It is right by the B line metro, so what the heck, let’s go to get that done too.

It took me an hour or so to travel from the domestic airport to Chacarita Cemetery. Oh dear, it is actually a real regular cemetery, massive in size, people are having funeral there and stuff. I was like, what the hell am I doing here? I walked in anyway, and there were no map, I blindly walked for a circle, and couldn’t see any signs about Carlos Gardel’s grave. I gave it a shoot, walked into an office there was a lady, first I said “Disculpe!” (I am sorry..) and asked where is Carlos Gardel’s grave. She pointed me the directions. It didn’t seem too far, and at last I did find it! I am the only one there in a quiet cemetery looking at this tango singer’s grave. If one really think about it, that kind of made me a weirdo. I don't even know the singer, I just saw a picture of the grave on the internet and I wanted to see it in person. Hehe... I don’t mind being weird. I didn’t mean to make cemetery visits as my highlights in Buenos Aires though.

I thought about the wall I saw the other day, where the musical notes of one of his songs was painted on the wall. The song is called Volver. I google it, “Volver” means “Return”. Kind of appropriate for today. So here it is:

Diego let me hang out at his place for a bit while he finished cleaning up. We chatted a whole lot about Argentina’s economy, social problems, Airbnb, and other stuff. Great young man. I hope all the best to him. I am so glad that I have used airbnb in this trip. Both places turned out to be fantastic.

Now, I have more than 2 hours to kill in the airport. Out of peso, maybe I will have to grab a coffee with my credit card instead.

Volver...