The rainy season is not a myth

Over the past couple months, almost everyone I told about my upcoming trip to Paraguay responded with the same brand of look, one of those tilt your head to the side, purse your lips funny and lift your eyebrows looks that hints towards something on a scale between 'Whyyyy?' and 'Are you crazy?' and I took it as more encouragement for this adventure. If there's something so weird about Paraguay, then it must be worth going.

But the part that some people mentioned with a stronger, wrinkle the nose look, was the weather, the HEAT, that is. It's summertime here and just days ago, right before I arrived, it was supposedly 48 degrees Celsius, which calculates to roughly 118 degrees Fahrenheit. Unreal. I always say I love the heat anyway, but of course that kind of heat affects anyone, even if they try to bluff that they're fine. Well, I haven't yet experienced the heat and I am not sure if I will because the rainy season has made itself known. I suppose I have never spent much time in places that have rainy seasons and dry seasons, so I didn't realize how seriously these seasons take their names.

I arrived in Asuncion, Paraguay, yesterday to full-out rain, which has barely stopped up until now. It's definitely not my favorite way to see a new place, and it has made picture-taking a chore and, well, I don't have too many...

I also don't have much time right now, so I am going to put up some photos that I did take--here, today, and in Ciudad del Este, yesterday, and maybe later I'll have more time to talk about them.

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