Glad to hear you're all moving and shaking on various fronts, all very groovy. I myself spent the weekend sitting by the pool at Bruna's luxury compound in Aldeia da Serra, chain-eating barbecued meat and sunning myself on a giant inflatable Havaiana lilo, as Gaby's schoolfriends came and went, gossiping, crowdsourcing whirlpools, playing Marco Polo and throwing Bruna's mum in the pool. All most fun, and Bruna's mad dad has pledged to take me to his hometown for Carnaval next weekend, apparently whether I want to go or not.
Since then Gaby's started a new work/life regimen, which includes powerwalking down the middle of the Bras Leme avenue to unwind in the evening; it was quite an eye-opener and we passed legions of joggers, cyclists, aerobics classes, coconut water vendors and samba drummers (although the latter get everywhere, to be fair) taking in the night air, before doubling back past literally hundreds of restaurants for mounds of delicious salad at home.
Next week brings all the temptations of Carnaval, but given our extravagances at New Years and Gaby's impending Masters, I think we'll be taking it easy this time - maybe the odd trip to the beach, or foray into one of SP's many bloc parties. It's too hot to really consider leaving the house at the moment, let alone make grand plans.
I learnt my saying du jour last night; it means "to speak to the elbows", and applies to people who talk to excess (to the extent that they have to keep tapping people's elbows to keep their attention from wandering, apparently). I like it, and want to use it more often in conversation. I speak to you soon, yes?
Yes.
Fred
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