But shutting the car door on my thumb proves I should not underestimate his efforts to stop me writing. It wasn't very effective as you can see. I am back!
In fact I could have posted something yesterday, but the afternoon turned too quickly into
1. My thumb is still not fit enough to hold dumbbells and machines, and
2. (most importantly) I haven't yet paid!
Will do that on Monday. I promise.
On Tuesday, before my thumb threatened me with becoming as big as my head, the plan had been to check out a few bicycle shops and then go for the last day of my free pass, to sample a Tae Box class and a spinning one. But I had to change my plans and instead stay home, drugged in anti-inflammatory and with a bag of frozen peas around my hand.
Miraculously, I had a speedy recovery, so I was able to take my first hand-written notes
On the way back, as we WALKED (taking no further chances with cars for the time being) pass the place where the door met my hand, we spotted this sign:
(It reads: Warning. High risk of accidents)
I just wish we had read it beforehand!
The only difference is that today I looked more Brazilian than before: I had finally
acquired a "market trolley". This (here left) is my carrinho going away from the feira this morning. In deed, this week I am finally a regular inhabitant of Rio. Got my grant paid in (for December!), my check book and my credit/debit cards have (finally) arrived. So I can start paying everything in instalments!
I bought some funny vegetables that I hadn't seen before, and had only tried once at a bar last week. They're ca
We accompanied them with some cachaca that we had chosen earlier in a hidden jewel of Leblon (the Garapa doid
This is the one we went for in the end. It rolls really smooth (only 37 degrees of alcohol compared with the common 44!)
In fact, it was all a nice excuse to celebrate our first 100 days as a married couple!
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