To Costa Lima and back I managed to go
For a Glimpse of the future I wanted to know
With high hopes in my head and a rumble in my gut
We drove over 5 hours stopping only for peanut (butter)
I arrived at my new lodging with purpose and steady course
When a man worthy of Joan Wilder galloped up on his horse
I started to sweat, my stomach flipped, and I got weak in the knees
The opposite direction I ran, for I now had the chivivis*
All morning I labored with my host mom and daughter
I did the best I could do, for I felt like bantha fodder
We toured a well managed farm and ate pure sugar cane
Along with a 100 year old house from whence Paraguayans came
My family slaughtered a pig, I ate his head - what a scene!
Not to mention the time I fell into their latrine!
Finally we gave a charla, and it became a big joke
Afterwards with food and drink, a fire we did poke
For one week I worked and spoke in complete Guarani
And in less than 1 month a true volunteer I will be.
*chivivi is the word for explosive diarreah in Guarani