We bought this car

We bought this car. Carol did the work.  No one at the car shop spoke English. No one in the inspection station, no one from the insurance agency, no one at the repair shop, no one at the notary, spoke English. It was a complicated, bureaucratic, learning event with just one breaking point which happened at a cartório in the middle of a long day. The first cartório was closed, the second was hard to find and the driving was stressful including stopped traffic because of a cow in the road. Once she got parked (difficult) and found the place (not what you'd think) there was a kiosk which provided a real life multiple-choice language test in order to get a number to get in line. She passed the test and got the number. Everything seemed to be on track when the lady asked the names of her parents, and then asked her to prove it. Turns out, you have to show a birth certificate to buy a car in Brazil. When she texted me she was crying in the car in the parking garage, calling everyone fuckers. You have to be tough to buy a car around here. You also have to have a little help, you have to be smart, and you better be pretty damn good at Portuguese.