Che rakuitereri. Atopase che chicorá.

Back in Caazapa for the day. Had to pick up my packages of dental hygiene supplies for the kiddies. I never really thought about it, but its kindof weird to think that I had to teach full grown adults how to brush their teeth. Just one of those things I think about sometimes. I came in on the mandioca truck again. I was invited to sit up front again as well. Silly me. I was tired and didn´t want mandioca sticking up my ass, so I didn´t object. I made sure to keep my mouth closed this time. Even when repeatedly asked why I wasn´t talking. I didn´t want to reply with ´I don´t want to eat your finger for breakfast, thanks.¨so i just left it.
Nothing exciting here. It hasn´t rained in a month. I have to go back to the city monday for a project design and management workshop. I just got back from the 40th anniversary tuesday, and really don´t feel like leaving site again. The city wears me out. Lassie had a bath yesterday, and then went and rolled in the dirt. I got angry. Tears were shed. My neighbors invited me over for dinner the other night. We had cow head. Cow head is gross. I don´t know what part they served me, but it was gross. I tried the brains. That was even worse. Never again. I don´t like chicken, but i must say, chicken heart is delectable. I have a crush on a 16 year old. Wait thats a lie, he turned 17 last friday. He´s moving to ciudad del este to work. I think its for the better. The boys my age like me, but they all have kids and have no teeth so I don´t like them back. Everyone keeps telling me that im getting old and need to get married soon. ¨Why dont you love the paraguayans?¨they ask me. It´s a tough question, that I hope to one day be able to answer.