Ok, so it turns out I was never really that fussed about Paraguay. The flight being cancelled has not really phased me in the slightest (of course there is the small matter of what to do with the glitter glue, pipe cleaners, coloured pencils and 453.6 grams of plastic beads I bought to donate to the project.) But when it came down to it, the only reason I could think of for wanting to going further south than I currently am was because I had told people I was going to.
Cue a string of texts from my rather super family telling me to follow my heart. Which was great, and not just because it reminded me of this song.
So I spent a week looking into how much it would cost to go to Japan, Antigua, Jamaica, Barbados or Mexico. And I tried to join up to WWOOF Mexico as I thought - 3 weeks working on a sunshiny farm? Yes I can do that, what larks. But apparently the 1 to 5 days the organization claims it will take to approve a person's membership (so you can actively start pursuing such sunshiny dreams) is more like 7 days and counting. I'm rapidly running out of weeks, and flight costs are climbing. Stupid Mexicans. And I can say that because I don't work for the BBC.
So I'm fairly settled on staying put. Canada has Andy, after all. And I can learn to ski (or snowboard) here. The next time Chicago gets snowed under I SHALL SKI TO PARAGUAY.