The nights are drawing in over here as the actually-quite-warm hand of winter tightens its grasp. We spent most of last week trying to work our way through the leftovers from my birthday BBQ (including a truly post-apocalyptic amount of rice; we've learnt several new recipes for shifting it, but any others would be much appreciated!) and going to physio sessions for my ribs, although a 5:30am start time for work usually means I fall asleep face-down on the operating table and wake up dribbling profusely - not a good look.
On Saturday we went to the Mercadão to eat massive pastéis and haggle with outrageously camp fruit vendors, before heading east for Bruna's new man's birthday party, which was most fun and involved cake, a DJ and an after-hours jam session spent trying to cater to the guests terrible, terrible taste as best I could (Whitesnake? John Mayer? They'll get "Kiss" and a string of Beatles covers, and be grateful for it).
Otherwise we've all but wrapped up the transport and accommodation side of our Eurotrip and can now focus on what we're actually going to get up to in, say, Marrakesh on a Wednesday afternoon. I've made a compilation (new LCD Soundsystem!) and my phrase of the week loses quite a lot in translation as "on the outside a pretty guitar, on the inside mouldy bread", which seems an oddly specific way of referring to people whose good looks mask the flaws in their personalities.
And that's the waaaay the news goes! Speak soon,
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