Paraguay

Beginning in February, the next two years and three months of our lives will be spent in a quiet and sparcely populated village somewhere in Paraguay, South America. We will dwell amidst scattered palms, dense jungle, a marshy and abandoned zone some call the "Green Hell", the rushing Paraguay and Parana Rivers, jaguars and boa constrictors and crocodiles and pirhanas. The people and their language are older than the dirt and stones, drinking their terere and yerba mate while preparing mandioca and maize cakes. And we ponder the tasks before us with a sublime mixture of awe and fear, awful premonition and wonder that is slowly growing to the fever pitch of excitement.