03.01.24 - Nadar, nadar e morrer na praia

Halloooo! And Happy 2024! 

We rang in the new year on the beach in Ilhabela, disconcertingly close to a huge fireworks display on a pier, before jumping over 7 waves and making 7 wishes (as is tradition), and heading back to bed. 

The rest of the week was spent swanning about between the breakfast buffet and an assortment of idyllic beaches and restaurants, in a leisurely fashion - the only fly in the ointment was a noticeable uptick in uncouth day-trippers crowding on to the island over the weekend with their boom-boxes, but then they were always going to find out about the place eventually...

Now it's back to work, and a multitude of side-projects from Instagram to my ebook and beyond. Gabi has cancelled all her appointments this month and will be working on all sorts of different stuff too... 

And finally, I've made a new compilation, and a topical party-themed mix as well; and my phrase of the day is "to swim and swim, and die on the beach", which is a tropical/slightly morbid take on "to fall at the last hurdle".

Speak soon!

Two Thousand and Twenty Fred