Hallooo!
Good to speak to you the other day - as you may have gathered on call, we had the extended family round on Sunday for a Mother's Day BBQ, featuring plenty of meat, grilled pineapple and 'appy laughter. And the night before Gaby and I went out for a romantic date at Pizza Hut, which is bizarrely seen as quite an up-market restaurant here, despite the pizza not being any better than across the Atlantic (still hit the spot though).
Otherwise the week was spent stumbling around the flat fighting the twin scourges of early alarm calls for work and rib-ache, for which my doctor has prescribed a sort of old-lady corset to hold everything together until it heals. I'll be wandering around in a muumuu and orthopaedic shoes by age 40 at this rate, but whatever works...
We're gearing up for Europe in less than a month - as is my way, I've channelled my excitement by turning our itinerary into a compilation, on top of this week's regularly scheduled, and rather mellow mixtape... And my phrase of the week ("don't put water in my pint") translates roughly as "don't kill my buzz, Captain Buzz Killington". A "chopp" being a mainstay of Brazilian bars, often derided by tourists for being very small and mostly head, but that's another story for another entry.
Speaking of, please accept this complimentary lemon scented towelette to mark Gringolândia, SP's hundredth entry. Until then it's goodbye from me,
And it's goodbye from me.
Fred & Butter
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