This is the view from the window of my ex-bedroom in Cornwall. My friend Mick sent me on the end of november and I had forgotten to publish it. I feel homesick every time I look at it. It was my favourite place to practice my yoga, resting from work, and where we used to do barbecue (NOT in the winter season, of course)
Fotinho saudade da vista do meu ex-quarto em Cornwall, o lugar mais lindo que morei até hoje. Desculpe, Floripa, mas até você perde nessa disputa. Falando na Ilha da Magia, a Carol me mandou o artigo que saiu no The Guardian "Sun, Sea and Supermodels" (Sol, mar e supermodelos)
"If Floripa is a potential Punta del Este, the centre of the "scene" is Lagoa da Conceição, a village set around the main lagoon in the heart of the island, beneath the wooded hills. Kite surfers skim the glassy water, dodging wooden boats ferrying tourists to seafood restaurants on the far shores, and the sidewalks have the air of a hip southern Californian beach town: bustling surf shops, trendy coffee bars and an excellent gourmet "kilo restaurant" called Um Rosa, where regulars pile up huge portions of fresh fish, mussels, salads and organic meats from a buffet bar for 22 reais (£6) a kilo." É nóis na fita, mano!
Hoje acordei com o foguetório comemorando o tricampeonato mundial do São Paulo em cima do Liverpool. E viva o tricolor paulista! (Em tempo: eu não tenho time de futebol, a não ser o Brasil na Copa do Mundo)
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