Not a whole lot to report this week, with work taking centre stage and Gaby elbow-deep in psychology manuscripts... On Saturday I sought out a practice studio up the road which was rather fun - wolfing down a burger at a nearby '50s diner before strumming my way through the hits - although I had to strain to hear myself over the Pearl Jam cover band bleeding through from upstairs.
Then on Sunday I was all set to join Gaby and the in-laws to march on the Avenida Paulista and protest the government's evil machinations - the largest such rabble in the city's history, apparently - but had to stay at home instead and work all day on a vehemently anti-EU doctrine prepared by Patrick and his lawyer pals. Still, it looked impressive on the news/Facebook.
Driving continues apace despite my instructor oversleeping yesterday and missing half the lesson - I've been deemed roadworthy on all aspects of the test individually, now it's just a case of putting it altogether into a seamless choreography, perhaps culminating in a triple backflip pike out the car window at the end.
Elsewhere I've made another fiendishly eclectic mix for your listening pleasure (https://play.spotify.com/
Speak soon, on the happy occasion of your various birthdays. Até mais, Minas Gerais!
Fred
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