Do You Wanna Dance?

"Do ya do ya do ya do ya, do ya wanna dance?"

All of life is dance is it not?

When I heard this line of the song the other day I thought

(yes of Tom, but then)

of God asking me to dance by bringing me to Paraguay, or more accurately,

Paraguay -is- the dance.

He said to me

"Let's dance"

with a sly smile and I

-happily-

accepted the invitation.

Now I find myself out on the floor with the music playing and the dance begun - and I realize

that I don't know any of the steps.

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I feel like I'm supposed to say something profound here, or explain myself more fully - but I'm not going to. Take that little verse for what it is, make of it what you will.

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I love the storms here - the one which is in full force right now started out with a sporadic little drizzle three hours ago. An hour after it began i heard the first far away rumblings of thunder - not long after that the wind started - just as sporadically as the rain - blowing it sideways when they came together. Now there are great claps of thunder, and wind that sounds like it could blow down a full grown tree (tho I may be exaggerating a little for effect).

And then it's over.

Just like that.

It seems like everything here happens at the same lazy pace as this storm, taking 3 hours to reach it's screeching peak. The slow lifestyle affords me more time to think, which, admittedly, I don't quite like because my mind always wonders to one place. One which makes it real hard to remain content in South America.

(But after all, time goes at the same pace, no matter what i think of it)

At other times though, I'm glad for the time to reflect on what is going on, and have time to read "A Vuelta al Mundo en 80 días" ("Around the World in 80 Days" in Spanish) which takes quite a bit of concentration right now.

I am experiencing the laid back pace of life here - but like the storm, I wonder if Paraguay, for me, will ever reach that invigorating "screeching peak" before my 10 months (almost to 9 now) are over.

I wouldn't say that the beginning of the storm was boring. It was refreshing, it smelled like spring and cut the 90 degree heat for a few minutes at a time. But it definitely left something to be desired. The thunder told of bigger, more exciting things to come but held off on that promise for so long that I forgot about it until the wind interrupted my thoughts hours later.

So will the pace here seem to pick up to a feverish pitch before it just...stops...in mid July? Or will my life here remain this slow?

And if it does, will I learn to enjoy it?