30.04.24 - Briga de cachorro grande

Hallooooo,

Hope all well, and thanks for your birthday wishes/song! We're just back from a lovely weekend in the heartland of Minas Gerais, having impulse-booked a trip the week before...

We stayed in a guesthouse on an amazing estate in a valley somewhere near the São Paulo border, just down the road from the tiny town of Passa Quatro, which had a working steam train, countless cheese shops and a spring funfair and food festival which was in full swing over the weekend, with everyone dressing up in their cowboy best. 

On Sunday morning we got the train up the hill to a tunnel which was apparently a bloody, strategic stronghold in the São Paulo Independence War of 1932, then back for a huge amount of pit beef and rice, then went to the next town over for a short hike to the Poço Azul, a Gorges du Loup-esque river and series of waterfalls. All accompanied with great (and absurdly cheap) food and country & western music.

We got a bit lost looking for food on the way back and almost totaled the car on a dirt track, but at least the view was amazing. Then it was a straight run back to the smog of the city, where we're already fighting with our neighbours about their increasingly loud dog.

In other news, I've made another compilation, and an "old man" mix for Instagram, and my phrase of the day means "a fight between big dogs", i.e. one you don't want to get involved in. And that's about it for now!

Speak soon,

Fred Wine Supernova

23.04.24 - A sete palmos

Halloooo,

Hope all well!

We've been out house hunting in the neighbourhood, knocking on doors and sizing up cupboards, etc. Turns out everyone is desperate to sell their old apartments, which we prefer over new-builds anyway, so that's encouraging. We also went out for dinner with friends on Friday and Saturday, before hitting a wall and basically spending Sunday in bed. 

In other news, I've made a new compilation, and my phrase of the day translates as "seven palms", the equivalent to "six feet under" - which I've just learned became standard operating/burying practice during the bubonic plague. Fun fact of the day!

Speak soon,

Fredpool & Wolverine

16.04.24 - Aos trancos e barrancos

Halloooo,

Hope all is well! 

Over here we're firming up plans for Buenos Aires in July, plus Gaby and Adny are going on a quick UK trip in late May. On Friday Gaby and I were among the inaugural guests of a pop-psychology podcast, and then we spent the weekend in Indaiatuba tending to our cats...

Elsewhere I've made a new compilation, and my phrase of the day means "by leaps and bounds", an equestrian saying that basically translates as "in fits and starts". And I think that's about it so far. 

Speak soon!

Fredbare

09.04.24 - Meter os pés pelas mãos

Hallooooo,

Hope all well. 

Not much to report here other than a rather cool trip to the National Theatre in the centre of town on Sunday; we only stayed for brunch in some kind of foyer, but now we want to go back and see a show from one of the main rooms... And later this week Gabi and I are booked to go on a psychology podcast and talk about cultural differences, so we'll see how that goes!

In other news, I've made another compilation, plus a standalone "Gringos in Brazil" mix for Instagram; and my phrase of the day, "meter os pés pelas mãos" or "to put one's feet in one's hands" means to "put one's foot in it". And that's about it, AS IT STANDS.

Speak soon!

Against All Frods (Take A Look At Me Now)

02.04.24 - Custar os olhos da cara

Hallooooo,

Hope all well, and that you had a pleasant Easter/birthday time in Erli.  

We got out of town and stayed in a rather cool old country house by a reservoir in Mogi das Cruzes, on the occasion of a destination wedding down the road in a Club Med, which was also pretty cool and featured a great wedding band. Managed to catch up on my hammock time as well, which is always a bonus.

Elsewhere, there's a new compilation in town, and my phrase of the day means something "costs the eyes from the face", or is very expensive, in other words. Think that just about covers it - speak soon!

Frod x

26.03.24 - Não ter nem onde cair morto

Hallooooo,

Hope all well! The heatwave is finally over here, and the rain and cold has swept in - great for us, but not so much for the folk attending the Lollapalooza Festival in windswept Interlagos, which was soon rebranded as Lama(mud)-palooza.

We went to see some stand-up comedy instead, by an online comic and sometime co-collaborator of mine, then a whistle-stop tour of daily and friends on Sunday, which was most fun, and now we're scrambling to get various errands done before the long weekend and destination wedding of Gaby's dentist (long story) on Friday.

In other news, I've made a new compilation, and my phrase of the day refers to those who "don't even have a place to drop dead in", i.e. those in dire straits. Cheerful stuff, I'm sure you'll agree...

That's all for now - speak soon!

Give us this day our daily Fred

19.03.24 - A chinela vai cantar

Hallooooo,

Hope all well, and might I add once again, Happy Birthday! Not a lot to report here, we're in the midst of a heatwave and rigging up our humble air conditioner in increasingly ingenious ways so we don't dehydrate completely. Plus a lot of work and scheming for the future, as is custom. Tomorrow I've been invited to have dinner with 6 strangers as part of an app's social experiment/social media tie-in, which should be fun...

In other news I've made a compilation, and another royalty-themed mix for Instagram to spread the word about the missing Princess of Wales, and my phrase of the day ("a chinela vai cantar", or "the flip-flop is going to sing") is typically uttered by exasperated mothers threatening their children with a shoeing (or a flip-flopping) if they don't calm down. 

Speak soon!

The Fred on the Door