About 5 years ago an old school friend of mine had the good fortune to marry a gorgeous Brazilian actress, and then landed himself a plumb job in a posh school in Sao Paulo, Brazil. I mention this not to make his friends jealous, but because it’s Joe and Isabella’s kind hospitality that I’ve been abusing whilst I’ve been in the city. And what a great way to ease myself into a non-traveller existence. I’d like to say that I found it hard adapting from life on the road to the comforts of self contained, condominium living but I seem to have slipped rather easily into having a maid cook for me and wash my clothes… Apparently I was in need of the good cooking too. Only yesterday Isabella told me, after a particularly hearty lunch, [in English with a Brazilian accent] “It’s good that you’re eating well. When you arrived you looked like you’d just come from war!” Looking back on it, riding down and then up Ruta-40 and Ruta-3 in Argentina for 10 days did feel a bit like a constant battle.
I also had the pleasure of attending a ‘country’ wedding of one of Isabella’s best friends; in her home town of Araguari in Minas county. I probably shouldn’t be surprised but it was very similar to a wedding in England, even down to the cheesy songs played by the band during the reception. The main difference being that the pastor was Roman Catholic and the ceremony didn’t start until 9:30 at night.
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