30.01.18 - Pular cerca

Hope all well, etc.

Aaand we're back, after a thoroughly relaxing week loafing around on the beach.  After three straight days wallowing in Maresias we upped sticks to Ilhabela for the day, to meet up with some of Gaby's Minas-based family and visit our favourite haunts before ferrying back to the mainland.  Still the best beaches on the North coast, if you ask me.

We got to know a few people through the globetrotting Airbnb owner and went to theirs for pizza one night, plus we almost adopted a street cat which hurled itself at us bodily from a nearby wall and started licking us furiously, but settled for leaving it with the Airbnb folks. It then rained for a few days, which was probably for the best as work picked up and we were coming down with beach fatigue, before we stopped off in Guaruja where the rest of the family were hanging out, for more seafood and ice cream.  

On Sunday we went to Coco Bambu for cauldrons of sundried meat and rice before our New Years fitness regime resumes, and yesterday I went to see the coolest person in the hospital (the ultrasound guy, hahahaha) for more probing and tests (it's a boy!).  Plus a trip to the dentists to have my incisors covered in cement, which I can't say I'm a fan of so far.

I have made two new compilations, and while last week's phrase would have fit perfectly with our fleeting feline affair on the coast, "pular cerca" kind of works as well, meaning "to jump the fence" or cheat on your other half (or cat).

That's all for the noo, speak soon!

Prole Art Fred