We're in Paraty, after a Dante-esque descent down the mountains to the sea, through thick fog, with the Moulin Rouge soundtrack blasting out. Today we're off to Ilhabela and I am on holiday in about three hours, which I'm almost as excited about as the actual wedding, to be honest.
Otherwise we saw out our last week in São Paulo with a tour of Ibirapuera Park and several shopping malls, a hairy incident at the football which ended with the application of several icepacks, a frantic dash to the doctors to get vaccinated against measles, a visit to Liberdade market for deep-fried ice cream, and a slap-up lunch at Coco Bambu for Adny's birthday on Sunday.
I've made a new compilation, and my phrase of the day means "rapadura [concentrated cane sugar used in cooking etc] is good but it ain't soft", i.e. nothing good ever came easy. BRB, getting married on the morrow!
Speak soon,
Frederal Bureau of Investigation
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