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My tribute to the Isla Mujeres cemetery…

I decided to spend a little more time in Isla’s tiny cemetery on my last visit.  I wanted to do this post showing respect for those who have passed, while illustrating the uniqueness, color and history of this special (and crowded) place.  I try not to step on the graves when I walk through the cemetery, which is extremely difficult considering almost every square inch is “occupied”.

Some of the graves are very colorful and well cared for…

But a lot of them are in disrepair and probably haven’t been visited by anyone in a long time.

One thing I particularly noticed on this visit were the little angels that sat on some of the graves.  Some of them were adorable, although there is a sadness about them.

You can really see how much damage the constant salty sea air does to them.

I’m not too sure about this one, though…kind of strange…

Raising arms…

Maybe this person was a guitar player…

Then there are the shushing angels…my favorites…

I spent more time looking into the little enclosed areas on the tops of some of the graves…I don’t know what they are called.

In addition to candles, flowers and/or statues, it was interesting to note that most of them had either cups or soda bottles inside these areas.  I posted a question on the Isla Chatter Board about what these meant, and I received this reply:  “I asked a Mexican this question.  It is for the dead person so they can have a drink. They leave it for them and it acually evaporates. They said the person who cleans the cemetery probably turns them over when they clean.” So there you go.

I also noticed that some had the face of Christ leaning on a wall…

I don’t know what this one was all about…

Interesting crucifixes…

One of the sadder things I noticed is that a lot of the people buried in this little cemetery weren’t that old.  Many were just in their 40s and 50s.  And some younger ones…

Very sad…

And Mundaca, the resident pirate…who apparently isn’t even really buried here…

After I took my last photograph here, I looked around and saw this little guy.  Hmmmm…not a good omen in a cemetery…

So, I turned around to leave, and just about jumped out of my skin because a woman had walked in without me hearing her and was standing right behind me.  Geez, you just don’t do that to people in cemeteries!  Haha!

So that’s my little walk through the Cementerio Municipal.  The caretaker encourages visitors and doesn’t mind if you take pictures…just be respectful.

7 responses

  1. Ann

    A very in depth post ! I usually go in & walk around, but don’t take too many photos. Some of them are very interesting!

    January 16, 2011 at 7:48 pm

  2. carl/debbie

    It’s never mentioned how/if the graves are affected by the hurricanes? The little graves really hitcha:-(

    January 17, 2011 at 1:23 pm

  3. allthingsarial

    Deb, what a wonderful post! I never knew about the drink and glasses custom. Your photos are great. Thanks!

    January 17, 2011 at 4:07 pm

  4. Great set of photos! It is very interesting. It will be shared at my page – Kind regards, Jorge Coelho, Portugal

    February 22, 2015 at 1:26 pm

  5. Lorrie

    I really enjoyed your cemetery pics. I’m going back to Isla after 12 years and the cemetery is high on my to do list.

    March 5, 2016 at 6:55 pm

  6. adamvleggett

    Next time you go, find the tomb of Deysi Mendez. Her family sent her to a host family in Wisconsin in 1996 at the age of 15, and she was murdered by a racist within two weeks which was all the time I got to know her. Her resting place is at the Panteon Municipal, and I visit every year or two. It is a beautiful example of the Mexican perspective on death.

    November 13, 2016 at 6:04 am

  7. Stevey Bee

    That cat looks EXACTLY like the one I saw there today… Maybe the soul of Mundaca….

    December 4, 2017 at 6:13 am

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