In Paraguay, life is slow, and not just for us. No one ever seems to be in a hurry for anything. Neither are we. Each morning, we go about our lives, slowly wake up, slowly read the news, slowly work on projects. Slowly slurp soup for lunch. Then everyone at the school has an hour break to nap or chat with friends. A few hours after lunch, Tay and I slowly walk down to the store on the corner. We eat empanadas and salad. We drink chocolate milk or soda. We can't help watching the novella that the store workers have gathered around, full of suspense. After we pet the puppies on the way home, we slowly work on projects a little more, slowly play cards, or slowly read. Slowly slurp soup for dinner. Maybe chat with family online. Slowly fall asleep.
That's all. Maybe it's a little too slow at times, but I must admit there is something wonderful about living the slow life.
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