El Cementario

Yesterday afternoon we took a little field trip to the cemetery in town. When you first walk in there is a brightly colored grave with writing all over it. It is the grave of a gypsy who died in the early 1900s. She died at 17 of a broken heart because she and her love were prohibited by their families of different classes to see each other. Legend has it that you write on her grave what you need and when it comes true you bring her flowers. There were things like, "Please help me get a girlfriend fast" and more serious things like, "Help my dying son not suffer" all over it. She had a decent amount of flowers, so there might be something to it.

We also saw some graves missing the marlbe covers because of looting, and in one you could see some human bones on the bottom. I feel bad for those families. Like it´s not bad enough that your family´s grave was vandalized, they also have to see Grandpa´s bones sticking out. Most of the statues were missing parts because there apparently is some benefit to stealing marble pieces. I´m not really sure where the market is for assorted marble heads and feet, but it must be lucrative. The only statues that weren´t vandalized were the ones of the angel of death - he´s bad mojo to mess with. I have some pictures to post, but the computers at school are too slow and I forgot to bring the USB cable with me to the internet cafe. So stay tuned for tacky pictures of human bones.