When we got to the cemetery, we really didn't know where to go exactly. We knew there were famous people buried there, but who exaclty? And where? It's kind of hard to find a gravestone in a sea of other gravestones that are random as heck. We googled it, and for some odd reason we decided we wanted to find Isadora Duncan. Who is that you ask? No idea. But Google said shes famous so... Turns out, she didn't have a normal tombstone; she was actually in a box on the wall of seven-hundred-thousand-gazillion other boxes of people in ash form. We were not about to give up until we found her! "Knock, knock, Who's there? Isadora, where are you!"
Next up, Oscar Wilde. And don't get the idea that this cemetery was in neat rows and well marked lanes because it was not. At all. I was trying to imagine how people under the ground were buried because their stones and statues and mantles and tombs were angled into eachother, randomly scattered over this huge plot of land. The roads were windey and hilly and confusing but it was a beautiful day for grave-hunting! We ended up finding Oscar Wilde, Chopin, Jim Morrison, and a bunch of random statues to impersonate and/or take selfies with. Surprisingly really, really fun!
"Julia, will you accept this rose?"
We were starving afterwards so we ordered some stressful chinese food which I then ate half of Aubrey's and we parted. I wish these fun adventures didn't have to end in parting all the time!
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