Fiesta de la Virgen Rosario. First we paraded her through the plaza and prayed on each of the four corners, then we went to a mass -- we entered the church by walking underneath her and a priest with a carnation 'baptised' us with holy water at the other side, then the party literally started right after mass at about 10am. I'm told they change her dress each day!
And the band played on ... and on, and on from 10 am until forever. The party was inside the alcaldia and they locked the doors not so no one could get in, which was occasionally allowed, but so no one could leave!
My lovely site mate, whom I will miss immensely.
Don Yonny brought us a horse to play with from the campo! So we took turns cruising through town.
Visiting Don Yonny's chaco, the land where he raises cattle and grows corn.
Leona, pig. Pig, Leona.
Don Yonny and I chatting by the fence. He always says he wants to move out of Gutierrez and out into the monte.
One of my trees didn't make it, so Dawn planted another in its place.
Local housing on the outskirts of town.
Professor Wilson, a good friend, in Palmarito -- a small Guarani community about half an hour from me.
Dona Vicki in her natural state.
Don Yonny, in his natural state? Or just butchering some pigs.
A homemade stove. Everybody's got 'em.
Dawn, me, a giant cactus tree. You know, the usual.
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