Emily’s currently trying to fix a vase of dying flowers. I have tried to explain that death isn’t something that one can generally fix, but she’s quite determined.
Ah. It appears that her solution is to chop the stems off and put about six non-wilted blossoms in a coffee mug. Interesting.
We got up this morning at about 8:30, and had a leisurely breakfast before heading out to see the sights of Asuncion. Because it’s Sunday, that means that practically nothing is open instead of the usual seven. But! We had a genius plan. Because there’s a big cemetery in Asuncion with weird old mausoleums and Emily had never been there, and honestly. History-type people like cemeteries, okay? It’s weird and morbid, but we do.
So we caught a bus to the cemetery, and wandered around taking pictures for a while. Apparently, burial practices in Paraguay are a little like they are in some places in the Caribbean– that is, most people aren’t buried in the ground; they mostly have mausoleums. And what blew my mind was that I probably saw some of the nicest and most elaborate architecture of my whole trip– in the cemetery. Honestly, the mausoleums were more like little houses with ornate statues and iron work. (If you happen to live in Atlanta, think of the mausoleums in Oakland Cemetery. Only everything in the cemetery looks like that.) We spent a little time looking for the big war memorial for the War of the Triple Alliance, but decided to duck out before we got to the military section– which is probably where the dang thing was– because everything was starting to blur together.
After, we had lunch, and jumped on a bus to head over to the Peace Corps offices– only to realize after we got OFF the bus that, since it was Sunday, the offices would be closed. Thus foiled, we decided to throw in the towel and head to T.G.I. Friday’s (one of three American restaurants I’ve seen in Paraguay) in order to watch the final match of the World Cup.
We wound up sitting in the German fan section (Paraguay has a fair number of German immigrants, so I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised at how many fans there were), and the Argentine fans mostly congregated around the bar. It was a fun match to watch, because when either team took a shot, about half the restaurant groaned, and the other half went insane with glee. Thankfully, everyone handled the German victory with aplomb, and Em and I headed back to the hostel. We’ve since been sitting around with some other PCVs, watching illegally downloaded episodes of New Girl and trying to figure out who is best at ordering Chinese over the phone in Spanish.
(It’s not me, by the way.)
And tomorrow’s my last day in Paraguay. My flight heads out at 9-something in the evening, and I’ll be in Miami by 6-something in the morning. And then there’s a brief layover, and then it’s home to Atlanta. And my insane year of traveling will be over.