Thursday, December 24, 2015

20.10.15 - Mudando de pato pra ganso...

Hallooo! Hope all well in la belle France

Our post-US diet plan continues go spectacularly, deliciously wrong, as we visited yet another all-you-can-eat buffet last Thursday - this time an awesome Italian place in the snazzy Moema district, followed by passion fruit ice cream next door and a whistle-stop tour of Ibirapuera Park, São Paulo's only obvious green space (we drove through it, natch, as I had to get back home to work).

Then, after a joyous Friday night spent listening to a new driving instructor (somehow even more redundant and annoying than the last one) waffle on about tinted windows and baby-snatching, I went to play FOOTY and eat SAUSAGES with the LADS on Saturday morning/lunch (literally a sausage-fest, in a bar next to the pitch), and proceeded to nap for the rest of the afternoon. 

Saturday evening was mostly spent queuing on the shady side of Rua Augusta (something of a Paulista tradition, I'm told) and drinking a mysterious jungle brew called catuaba (also a tradition, among hyperactive schoolkids), before getting into a bar for a mutual friend's birthday bash, which was rather fun although unfortunately the advertised bowling and karaoke didn't materialise. 

Since then we've been tackling misc. admin, organising my Eurotrip and putting the cats inside a big cardboard box, which they seem to enjoy. I've been listening to the Late Night Tales of Mr. Nils Frahm and reading "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay", while sampling our New Orleans chocolate tea and cookie dough. 

I also learnt a new saying - "mudando de pato pra ganso" - which is used to completely change the subject in a conversation and translates literally as "changing from duck to goose..." (Incidentally, in English, former AC Milan wünderkind Alexandre Pato is just... Alex Duck).

That is all for the time being, but we shall no doubt yarn further tomorrow, if you're around. Just so you know, I've booked my flights/Eurostar and will get to London on Nov. 29th, and Paris on the evening of Dec. 3rd, going back on the 12th. See you then, speckled hen.
Frod

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