Why am I so bad about remembering to publish these things? In this case at least I wrote it when I had no power again and was running out of battery so left off with the intention of returning to it… Either way, this article is now 5 months old, but still relavant to my situation if you’re interested. I suppose not much seems to change except for the date. And interesting to find it and publish it on what is now my last day in site. The shack is pretty much packed and now I’m just waiting for the truck to come and haul me and contents away. Enjoy, and remember this one is 5 months late in being published but given my lack of communication I figure I may as well put it up here.
Good morning everyone (or whatever the appropriate salutation would be depending on the hour which you are reading this),
So it’s been a few weeks since my last update and I figure its about time to write another one. I have no detailed updates this time on projects or great events, I think this one is going to get back to the subtitled nature of this blog – the ‘ramblings of my wanderings’. So if you’re not into reading my random thoughts on deeper meanings of running from dogs on muddy Paraguayan campo roads at 3 in the morning while hoping to catch a bus, then stop reading now cuz this one may get a little philosophically waxy. I’ve been writing a lot about my projects and such but not so much my random thoughts, maybe it’s time for one of those types o’ entries.
The days are winding down for me here. I still have a little over 5 months left as a volunteer here which sounds like a lot, but in comparison to the 22 months I’ve been here it doesn’t feel like much. It feels somewhat intimidating actually as I’m looking at the things I still want to get done before I hop the plane outta here. Then there’s the questions of what do I bring home with me – the banjo or the guitar???
One thing there is never a shortage of for me (and I’m sure the majority of other volunteers here) is time to think, at times this is a detriment to my overall well being. As I’ve heard before, the Peace Corps is not the thing to do if you’re running away from things at home or in your personal life for this very reason. I wouldn’t say I ran away from anything necessarily, but as time has passed here with the countless hours of solemn silence its hard not to think back on things and rummage through the baggage that has been on the back for perhaps a bit too long. It’s hard not to fall into the trap of the day to day routine, overlooking the bigger picture – in my case that this is only a strange temporary period. This time next year I’ll be back in the States (or so I expect) living a drastically different life that once seemed so normal, but now sounds so foreign. I’m sure when I get home I’ll be riding my proverbial (and physical) bike normally again in no time. My dreams will be themed more normally again by the standards most of you reading this are accustomed to (last night I dreamt I had a rat next to my bed, stabbed it, threw it out the door, and went back to sleep – this is my current normal!!! Yes, seems very odd to that this is what is rattling around in my subconscious). But what will I remember of this adventure? What will stand out as my ‘life in the freedom of the south?’ These questions have been coming up more and more for me lately. The more I think about it the more I relate the questions to life in general for anyone. From where you are right now in life, what will stand out in your memory 10 years from now? Will you remember it fondly or will it be another kilo of baggage on your back?
The past week has been pretty rainy, and after all the frantic work on the project over the last while I’ve been accepting of any excuse to lock my front door and hide out in my shack taking some personal time. I read 2 books in three days, Tom Robbins ‘Villa Incognito’ and Donald Miller’s ‘Through Painted deserts’. The latter may be partly responsible for my current thoughts of memory making and analysis of my life, the former just made me laugh. Miller writes about a trip he took in a VW van from Texas to Oregon and discusses some themes of god, fate, and (to simplify it) overall greater meaning in life. Maybe I can just relate to a lot of it at the moment, but I really enjoyed this one and it gave me pause to reflect on my own past trips and current situation. While Miller attributed some of the situations he got into to the involvement of a higher power, I am still more inclined towards the stance that my old friend Andy Levandowski always used to say “I’m still the master of my own destiny.”
That’s where it left off. I could add on to it, but I think it speaks for itself. I’m glad I’m staying for another year and getting to know Paraguay better. I do miss my family and friends, but I hope they all understand my reasoning for staying.
Happy trails to you all!

































