All good here, in the midst of a veritable torrent of World Cup footy... Everything is coming up Fred so far results-wise, except for Brazil's rather underwhelming opening draw against the neutral's favourite, Switzerland; I'm personally a big fan of Mexico's counter-attacking heroics and Iceland's ice wall of a defence so far, but who knows what's next?
A bout of flu curtailed our Valentine's Day plans and a rescheduled fondue date on Friday night was scuppered by half of São Paulo having the same idea (we retreated to a nearby pizzeria instead), but we went to two rather fun birthday parties in quick succession over the weekend - Gaby's cousin and her PUC coursemate - a productive band sesh and of course lots and lots of football.
I've made a regular playlist, a World Cup playlist with one song per country, and my phrase of the week ("to eat the ball") technically means to make a mistake, but is also fairly representative of the feast of footy we're currently enjoying.
À la prochaine,
Fred Square, Moscow
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