Stuck in town

Sooo after waiting for 2 hours, in the blistering cold for my bus back to site last night, it finally came. Then they said they weren´t going any further because the bridge still wasn´t ready. Why didn´t anyone know that earlier? Anyways, on the verge of tears, I hauled all my bags back to the hotel I had just left and was giving back my room from the previous night. Just the way I left it, garbage over flowing, crumbs in my beds, dirty towel on the floor. Just like home. Luckily this morning I ran into Mr. Saro. The driver of the mandioca truck, which I normally depend on the get to and from my site. This truck passes my house every morning at 4am to bring all the women from my community into town to sell their mandioca (you might now mandioca as yuca in the states. a root vegetable. very popular here. eaten with every meal because its cheap, its everywhere, and it fattens you up. they call it ¨the bread of paraguay.¨) Anyway, he told me he will be leaving caazapa around 11am and passing my house. This means I dont have to walk 45 minutes to my house from where the bus drops me off with all my heavy bags of crap. What a relief. So we ride in the back of this oversized pickup truck (which recently got a roof installed) sitting on bags of mandioca, corn, oranges, peanuts, whatevers in season. It´s an experience. My parents know. You should come visit me. I promise I´ll let you ride in the truck to.