There is controversy whether this is a lighthouse and whether Columbus’s bones are really inside the not so small ornate iron box in the center of this ornate display.
Columbus found this island on the first of four voyages to the New World. Interestingly enough, he never set foot on America’s soil but set up his family in the Dominican Republic to give them a good life and claim to the lands he discovered for the King of Spain.
He was a visionary, as well as a businessman, and having audience with Kings and Queens is no easy task because, being important people, their time is worth more than ours. Mounting an expedition that was going into uncharted territory to the ends of the world was a dangerous and soul searching enterprise.
This memorial is not really a lighthouse, and, for my taste, not so attractive. I’m guessing the great man would have rather remained in the Cathedral in Parque Colon, but, he had no choice. His bones couldn’t stand up and speak for him.
The big things I learn today are that, when walking, things you see are much further to get to than they look. Whenever you get lost, call a taxi and pay a few bucks to get where you want to go so you don’t spend your entire trip walking in circles.
This Memorial mostly reminds me of how spectacular, in comparison, the Egyptian Pyramids, the Parthenon, and the Great Wall of China are. It also reminds me that History, as recorded, didn’t always come down like we thought it did.
It seems odd to celebrate a man who discovered America, that didn’t.
What’s more odd is wondering why I’m standing here, in this huge concrete coffin, taking a photo of what we are told is Columbus’s final grave?
Right now, he is probably sailing his beloved Santa Maria somewhere north, northeast of Mars.