Carnaval is in full swing here, although I've been housebound the whole weekend editing bile-filled Newsletters for work, missing out on a whole host of fun in Aldeia da Serra and Itu (which, from what I gathered from Gaby's updates, is like Aldeia da Serra but with slides and waterfalls). While the whole country has Friday - Tuesday off, I didn't even get so much as a day to myself the whole time, and have to cope with the pool being permanently full of screaming infants outside to boot. Not that I'm bitter.
I did manage to briefly escape on Saturday afternoon to a bloc party in the Zona Sul, which reminded me of the Notting Hill Carnival only hotter and stuffed to the gills with costumed revellers; to be honest I was more focussed on my sockless mocassins, producing skin-flaying agony with every step, than the actual event, but it looked like fun. Next year I fancy going to the procession in Recife, where they have a giant chicken on a bridge.
On Friday night we went to Andre and Dani's apartment for pizza and a viewing of their wedding video (for both weddings, natch); Saturday was Luiza's 12th birthday so we went for a pizza en famille; and Sunday marked a watershed moment when, for the first time ever, I not only stayed awake until the end of the Superbowl but actually had a vague understanding of what happened too.
In my confinement I put together another compilation, and uncovered another saying which, in rather convoluted terms, applies to deals that could be considered one-sided ("it's very, everything for us and to your kingdom nothing!" Or something like that).
Anyway, hope all well with you. Good luck with the wall-cutting, and let me know when you're up for a chinwag on the ol' Skype.
Fred Out
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