walking on down the road / i am a snail

This week was one of the more tiring weeks thus far. Due to cold and rain, several of my regular buses were not running (this is commonplace in the campo, where the dirt roads become completely impassable when muddy). This forced me to walk - first, from San Jose Obrero to visit the boys in Las Mercedes; the return walk the next day, followed by my usual one-hour trek to see Katie and Julia; then another hike the next morning from Jhugua Guazu to Isla Pucu to catch a different bus that was sure to be running in order to make it to Mariscal Estigarribia for Jasmine's birthday. It all worked out, and so did I.

The walks were pleasant, actually. After a fresh rain, the air was cool but not cold and the scenery was lush. Everyone greeted me along my way - I think at this point most of the people living in the area have some idea of who I am.

I had a funny realization - as I was unrolling my sleeping bag in Mariscal Estigarribia - that my current life-style somewhat closely resembles that of a snail. That is, I travel from place to place (quite slowly) with all my belongings on my back, curling up to rest each night in my sleeping bag, then packing up and moving on the next day. The pace of things is slow and methodic, but always industrious.