Guarambare

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I think Iko my host father would like nothing more than to converse with me and teach me Guarani all day long sipping terere and laughing and saying the few token english words he knows: Oh my Coy (oh my god) for example. We met his older sister Gloria with no teeth and his leathery mother whose spanish is so influenced by her guarani that i cant understand a word she says. at her house, we collected a variety of yuyus (medicinal remedies) for the mediamanana terere; kapi`i kati, cerdon kapii, burrito, tarope and others. They also cultivate pineapple, avocado, oranges, lemon and lime, banana and mandarines. At lunch, Miriam my host mother made conversation by sharing dirty stories about koreans. the national pastime is doing nothing at all.

to arrive at our casita from el centro, you need to walk on the main stone road, past the mercado and all the despensitas, past the plaza with canchas de futbol vacas grazing placdily while munching the field along with their cud, and turn left after the one iglesia in town. from there you conintue straight for a about a quarter mile in the red dirt, passing viviendas and more despensitas, avoiding the motos and the buey (castrated bulls that usually pull wooden carts), then the street dead ends and jogs to the right where it becomes la calle Lazarito. When you get to the caballo tied up on the calle, take a left and cross the arroyito and head up the grass pathway that leads to Zona Alta. to be continued...