Recoleta Cemetery

I have not been out much lately because you know, pretending to be safe.

There are a lot of photographs from previous trips still to be shared that I didn’t do in the past, so I will start with one of the cities of the world (from the few I know) that I like best. And now that I write about it, I realize that we get attached to places not only because of the way things look like, but also for their people, their special places, their customs and your experiences when being there.

I started going to Buenos Aires in 2005 and from then on, I didn’t get bored of the city. I would always get to know more and more, even made some friends that still after these many years are around. Strange. It is funny how we can keep friends that know so little about us for the simple reason that they are only interested in your well being. It doesn’t really has to do with who you work for, your political ideas or any other thing. They only care about you.

Is that hard to get? well, it really depends on who you are, how you approach to new experiences and your willingness to do what frightens you, to dare to bond and make relationships for the sake of sharing.

I will be posting a series of photographs from this old Cemetery, which bears the same name as its neighborhood, Recoleta.

Recoleta Cemetery, Buenos Aires Argentina