15.12.15 - A grama do vizinho é sempre mais verde

Halloooo,

Back in SazPaz after an awesome week in Paris - lovely to see you all, eat open fruit flans, etc. 

Having scoured the nearby shopping centre for mince pies and warmed the house with a full run-through of "OK Computer" on guitar and piano on Friday night, I headed home on Saturday afternoon (only realising I was flying from Orly and not Charles de Gaulle halfway through the trip, mercifully), and made it back on Sunday morning after a flight filled with loud children.

Stocked up on pão de queijo (to make up for the distressing lack of galettes) and was immediately whisked across town to a massive pizzeria with a retractable roof for Taynah's circus show, which was rather cool: lots of people spinning precariously from the rafters on hula hoops, trapezes and bits of rope, with an all-you-can-eat buffet immediately afterwards. Most amusing, especially in my sleep-deprived state.

Since then we've been getting back to business for the final push before the Xmas hols; a particularly long neighbourhood-wide power cut derailed our morning yesterday but we just went to the in-laws instead, where I got some work done and made plans to watch the original Star Wars trilogy with Ridaut before seeing the new one (very excited/anxious to see if they hold up now that I'm not 11 anymore). Word has also reached my ear of a weekend getaway to Bruna's house in the mountains (the one that's 90% Christmas decorations), so that should be cool.

I have also made a new compilation for your listening pleasure - I've switched to Spotify since the other site shut down, so let me know if it works - and unearthed another proverb, which is basically "the grass is always greener on the other side", or "at your neighbours". So there's that.

'Til next our paths are rent in twain (or we Skype tomorrow) - ¡adios!

Frod