Had a fun night on Thursday after the football, watching the referendum results come in and sending text updates to my boss, who was pulling an all-nighter whilst stranded without internet in the Mediterranean; suffice to say the only good thing to come out of it all is this Brexit-themed compilation, if I don't mind saying so (I made another, more apolitical one as well).
On Saturday we went to pick up my (hopefully now fixed) guitar and go to a festa junina at one of Gaby's uni friends' building; ended up dancing a quadrilha (hard to explain, but it's a sort of wedding-themed line dance exclusive to these kind of parties, and a great deal of fun), holding an impromptu jam session with a ukelele and one of those percussion boxes, and doling out slabs of leite ninho cake, which we'd bulk-produced earlier.
On Sunday we hit the highway and drove to a gathering of food trucks, for a burrito, cheesy squares, an ice cream sandwich and doughnuts (but more elaborate than that sounds, obviously), then back to start another week and plan our impending time off next month - so far we reckon we might check out Minas Gerais, the next state over...
Oh, and the less said about England last night the better, but it's a good excuse to post this, from Iceland's previous game: https://www.youtube.com/
My phrase of the week means "thinking a berimbau (i.e. one of these) is a harmonica", and basically means mistaking one thing for another. May it serve you well in these dark times.
Ciao for now,
Frexit
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