Dear Guarambare host family,
I'm obsessed with you....literally. Thank you soooooooo much for visiting me in my community and for always being there for me.
Thank you for bringing me delicious steak and for cooking it on the not so classy dirt. Thanks for not judging me when I don't know how to cook rice and mandioca. Aka I can't boil water. Thanks for the oh so sassy look of disbelief when my neighbor told you i speak well in guarani. You were there in the beginning when i couldn't say hello without crying. Thanks for bringing your own pots and silverware because you know I don't plan well for these things. Thanks for not judging me when I told you I eat all free food given to me and for giving me the leftover "free food". Thanks for giving me a bag full of laundry soap and agreeing that it makes more sense to walk ten minutes down the road to a washing machine than to wash it by hand. Thanks for keeping me humble by calling me unguapa cuz I don't know every tree name in my yard. Thanks for being sassy and hilarious, kind and generous, loving and everything I need. You're perfect...and no, I'll never tell you that to your face. Gotta keep you humble too. Thank god for secretive languages.
Thanks for everything. Don't know how I got so darn lucky to have you in my life.
Lots of love,
Arianna
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