Everyone in this city has a story. I hear of the most amazing things and the people seemingly take it for granted as if it is normal. When I meet someone, I just never know what their story will be!
For instance, the other night at a home Bible study I over hear my son in law in conversation with a young man who was speaking Spanish and sipping his mate. One would assume he was a typical Paraguayan, whatever that is, until he throws out an English word. Perfect English.
My son in law asks, "Where did you learn your English?"
Young man answers, "Zimbabwe."
I am sure I heard that incorrectly! Then my son in law asks, "What were you doing in Zimbabwe?"
"I was born there."
So the young man continues, "My father is Australian so we grew up speaking English at home, and various African languages. Swahili, Zulu... then we moved to Paraguay and lived in the Chaco and I learned Spanish and some Guarani. I decided to go to school in Brazil so I had to learn Portuguese. I met my wife in Brazil! Here let me introduce you."
And he calls over a lovely young lady with a small daughter and new born son.
"This is my wife," he says, "She's Brazilian."
I used to think I had an interesting pedigree . Cherokee great grandma married to a German whose son married a Scotch - Irish, but now it sounds a little lame.
But then again, I made it to Ciudad del Este myself! That must count for something, kinda like an international MISFITS Merit Badge!