Despite my fears of going through a technological enhancement process completamente em português, this week I successfully ordered (by phone), had installed, and went through the troubleshooting stages of my new, super-speedy DSL and telefone fixo (landline). Cool. Eventually I got my router up and running too, so now I'm completely sem fio--wireless, baby, yeah! As a bonus, I discovered that I no longer need my headset for Skype, leaving me untethered and cheerful.
Moreover, I had a delightfully fulfilling weekend outside the house too. A little swimming and a little walking to round out my first week of post-Chicago-shennanigans, self-imposed-pseudo-detox program. I got a little color on my skin. I drank a lot of water and only a couple beers. I discovered melão pele de sapo, or frog skin melon.
Look though! the seeds were heart shaped - how cute!
I found the mangostin vastly more interesting. Incidentally, I think it's a good thing I've not been cast on some remote island or dropped in some jungle, because my utter lack of inhibition in ingesting bizarre finds would likely put my life in great peril. Feeling invincible because I purchased these in the supermarket, though, I sliced forth without hesitation.
I got a much needed beauty treatment yesterday and learned some good slang in the process. (I shouldn't even tell this story because it's, ahem, personal--but whatever.) I learned that when the wax lady takes almost everything before you realize what's happening, it's called "bigode do Hitler," or "Hitler's Mustache". A rather inappropriate designation, I feel, as he's far from deserving such an honor.
I spent most of the afternoon dutifully studying Portuguese at Casa de Cultura Mario Quintana, where a disillusioned bat kept flying circles in the lofty space overhead. How did I notice him? Because, in his frenzy to get outta dodge, he was dropping turds on me. (I just presume it was a him--I mean, that's just unladylike.)
Lastly, I had a mini-eureka. I'm a compulsive list-maker. I have notes everywhere. Sometimes I will write the same To-Do items in numerous places. It's very OCD of me, certainly, but somehow it helps me keep everything straight and get things done. I was thinking about replacing the fine artwork (cough) on my "living room" (cough) wall with a whiteboard, when I suddenly remembered that I could write on glass with dry erase markers. Did I mention that I have a mirrored wall? Yes, I have a mirrored wall for which adjectives escape me, yet somehow reminds me of Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song.