Today I went and visited the cementery in Elisa. There is something about cementeries here in Argentina that is different. It can be because most are buried above ground in shrines that seem like little houses? Or the pictures posted next to their name? Or small children that catch your eye? Today I rode my bike with little Guillermina (my friend´s 6 yar old) down the dirt road surrounded by farms out towards the cementery. We went during the siesta when most were sleeping but I wanted to take advantage of the warm sun. The blue sky and the farmland for miles surrounded us as we rode our bikes. Going through the cementery, visiting the people I knew that had passed, and seeing their familiar faces was somehow comforting being able to visit them. Guillermina was my little tour guide and knew almost everyone (she almost knows everyone in town too, who is going out with who, etc... my little ball of information)...riding bikes to cementery is something to do in a farm town of 1,000 in the middle of Argentina.
After our return to the town Elisa there was a viewing for someone that had just died the night before. Within 24 hours there is a viewing, mass and burial, so quick and nothing like the US.
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