07.12.21 - Quem converte não se diverte

Halloooo,

Lovely to see you all and hope all well in that there UK. 

I'm back in Brazil after a harrowing 32-hour trip, and back to writing these, having taken a week off on the basis that I was actually in the country, so you all knew what I was up to without my having to write it down. The same applies to this week's entry, but for the sake of my inner completist, let's recap:

I set off to London to catch up on my fish and chips and drizzle, before heading to Ely to see Tom & Grace, then on to Bergh Apton in the freezing rain to see Grandpa, Brenna, Callum and the wee bairns, put on an impromptu puppet show and head back to Stansted, on to Nice and then Antibes, only to be whisked across the border the next day to hang out with Juliet et al in Erli for a few days, which was rather lovely. Then back to Antibes for acapella singing, Scrabble and fish curry.

The trip back went about as well as it could have gone and was still utterly unbearable, with a ten-hour stopover in plugless Portuguese purgatory, a mad dash to get a last-minute lateral flow test in a shady parking lot, and a brutal two-hour slog through Brazilian immigration. I'm still getting over it to be honest, but it's good to be back.

I have a new compilation but Spotify is having one of its tantrums and isn't letting me upload it, so it'll have to wait. And my phrase of the day ("if you convert, you don't have fun") is often ruefully muttered by Brazilians before heading on holiday to countries with much stronger currencies than theirs.

Speak soon!

Fred Lightly