Mum suggested I blog again, so here I go with the bloggings. This week is Semana Farroupilha (get your googling skills out if you like folks), so there's been lots of exciting cultural stuff happening, but I am waiting to blog about that until it's finished, because I like completeness. Have a teaser photo:

So today's blog post is just going to be random things that I've been up to, whatever happens to pop into my head. First, today is Larissa's birthday. Happy Birthday to my beautiful little sister!

Other things. I found a cafe with amazing hot chocolates the other day. It was like really really good hot chocolate custard. That sounds a bit weird, but it was amazing (especially after my other two cafe experiences in Brazil- one that was so sweet it was undrinkable and had fake jam in it, and the other was kind of beige coloured and as far as I could tell contained no hint of chocolate). To go along with that, it's weird the things that you do regularly and you never think about how you do them, because that's just what you do. Like we just take it as given that you go to a cafe, and you order your drink or whatever and then you pay and go sit down. But in Brazil you don't pay until you leave (that was a bit awkward the first time). Also most restaurants are buffets, where they weigh your plate and charge you based on that. The food is amazing, but I have no photos, because I always have that moment where I wonder if it would be awkward to pull my camera out, and decide that yes, it would. 

I've also been going for runs quite a bit, in a vain attempt to conteract the effect of the aforementioned hot chocolates. And the brigadeiros, which are pretty much just condensed milk and cocoa. And the pastels (kind of pie-ish things). Yeah, you get the idea. Maybe I should just talk about food. Food is good. 

What else... I've now posted enough letters that the people in the post office know me. I guess that's a good thing? If you want a letter message me your address :)

Basically life is pretty normal. I wouldn't say I'm full of ecstatic joy, I'm just content. This is my life, and I could carry on this way for a while. I read books, I sit through school half comprehending, I smile at people in lieu of actual conversation, I live.