I am playing catch-up with the slew of update e-mails (all most appreciated by the way), largely because I spent most of yesterday napping. We got up at the crack of dawn as Gaby went off to do her day-long masters entry test/interview (which apparently went well), effectively dooming any afternoon productivity. I eventually curtailed an imaginary rehearsal with Sam and other Almighty Planets members for a really competitive battle-of-the-bands at Carnegie Hall, as I had a Skype call to make, but alas I woke up too late and had to run off to the gym, so apologies for that.
In other news work has been hotting up a fair bit, and I've been getting over a dose of man-flu bestowed upon me as a parting gift by the driving school and its overpowering air con. On Saturday afternoon we went to the Horto Florestal, and a rather nice park adjacent to the WILD BIT of the forest outside São Paulo - we saw capybaras (giant rats, essentially, but strangely adorable: http://bit.ly/1Q29CTv), monkeys, turtles and various tropical birds hanging out, had an epic picnic ft. MANGOES and revised our psychology and driving theory textbooks respectively before heading for home. I also heard tell of a large rock overlooking the whole city just up the road, so that's obviously our next stop...
In the evening we went to São Caetano do Sul en famille, for pizza at Bill and Patricia's flat; Gaby had told me that no one bothers with Hallowe'en here but we saw plenty of costumes on the way, so maybe it's gaining traction (not sure how trick or treating would work though, as everyone lives in gated buildings). Since then it's been mainly raining (on the plain), but we've been keeping busy sizing up options for a daring New Years getaway (frontrunners so far are Ilhabela, which by all accounts is a "beautiful island", and Caldas Novas, a bunch of hot springs in the middle of the country which sounds intriguing...)
I leave you with another mildly amusing expression - "encher linguiça" - which means "to fill the sausage", and applies to anyone waffling on about unrelated topics to buy themselves some time, or TV shows (soap operas, usually) adding in irrelevant scenes to pad out their running time.
Hope all is well in the middle-class utopia of Valbonne, and the dust-filled quarries of St. Denis. Looking forward to seeing you soon!
Ciao for now,
Frow
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