I write to you from the balmy climes of Maresias, where we've been mainly lounging by the sea (or preferably in it) and getting to know the various ice cream parlours and stray cats in town. The plan is to do as little as possible all week, although I'm still on the clock so we'll see how that goes.
Before that I went to check out a blues jam in Vila Madalena on Thursday night, restrung electric guitar in hand, which was rather fun - I ended up drumming along to Amy Winehouse (a cover, not the actual Amy Winehouse) and Jimi Hendrix (the actual Jimi Hendrix!).
I've made another compilation, and my phrase of the day means "beach love doesn't make it up over the mountains" - a common refrain what with Carnaval coming up, or so I hear. Quite location- and demographic-specific, that one.
Speak soon,
Presuming Fred
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