It's only suiting that on our last day we have a fiesta of sorts, despite the fact that we weren't in Mexico and there was no pinata.
It was a small fractured building that was painted with the glory of God. It housed a few rows of pews that were certainly not created to house 20 girls with lengthy limbs. We clapped like fools 'til our fingers were red and danced as aggressively as we could in skirts. It was your typical Spanish church scene, with a single guitar and a single unmicrophoned singer. It was honestly the happiest (and arguably the sweatiest) church service I've ever attended. We all boasted armpit sweat stains and tried desperately to keep up with the tempo and the foreign lyrics. We even had the liberty of completely butchering a song with "na na's" and cha-cha dancing under God's own roof. It was beautiful as the light and the Light shone in.
After church and doing touristy things like screaming at traffic and going to the market we went to a Paraguayan soccer game. It was a clash between men in sponsored striped jerseys, even though the realistic game was between the fan bases. As we sat in the apolitical centre-of-the-stadium seats we had the perfect view of the (battle)field. To our right there were the Guirana —the rival—fans with their yellow uniforms and spitting men. To the left there was Olimpia —the number-one's in Paraguay— with their obnoxious drumming and their sea of black and white. It was like paying $10 to see gladiators fight in a modern-day Coliseum. Besides the presence of the SWAT team and the creepy old men who felt the need to whistle at us, the game was an awesome experience. We downed cheepa and fanta and tried our best to be die-hard fans. We soaked in the "real" Paraguayan experience and boasted our touristic mindsets for just one day. Oh how we love this country