19.04.16 - Mão de vaca

Hallooo! 

Not much to report on the personal front this week, but Dilma's chickens seem to be coming home to roost, as Sunday saw a Congress full of rowdy MPs voting 3-to-1 in favour of her impeachment. 

We watched most of it live on TV as it was frankly too bloody hot to hang around the Avenida Paulista all afternoon: over 500 Deputies voted one after the other, usually preceded by the waving of flags and an overblown speech to the President of the Chamber (himself under investigation, and subject to some pretty sick burns over the course of the evening). No one came out of it looking great, but now it's over to the Supreme Court and trial by FIRE (possibly); apparently Dilma has already admitted to cooking the books, it's just a matter of judging whether she did it in the national interest or for more nefarious reasons. 

I also learnt that one of "those clowns in Congress" is an actual clown, which amused me.

Otherwise the week was spent mostly eating: Gaby made her first ever chicken curry, and a damn good one too, we went to the legendary Speranza pizzeria on Saturday to scratch that elusive sausage-bread itch, and rounded the weekend off with a BBQ at Guilherme's flat, where we drank caipirinhas, discussed jigsaw-assembly techniques and were urged to have as many children as possible ASAP by a fellow guest. I also scored a Rashford-esque chip into the top corner during Thursday's kickabout, without even meaning to - a definite highlight.

No compilation this week, but there is a return to animal-themed expressions: in affairs of finance, tight-fistedness is referred to as having "mão de vaca", or "cow hands" (it's like a cow's opinion; it doesn't matter. It's moo.)

Hope England/Paris was fun. Speak soon!

Motorfred