Estressada

Carol needed to go to a not-so-nearby city for a migraine treatment the day before I left for the US. We were both worried about our stupid car but it actually got us there in time for Carol to read some laminated neurologic pamphlets before the doctor called her name. It was on our way back home that things got hot. We were making our way through traffic when the car began to shake and grind and smoke started to rise from the hood. We managed to get it to the side of the road and then the real-life language test commenced. I failed the test when a dispatcher refused to continue our conversation. Carol passed when she made things right with the dispatcher and secured us a ride home. Soon we were in the tow-truck driver's brother's car for six smelly hours of aggressive driving back to Floripa. We were grateful but it was a lot. It would have been a lot in the US, but the language barrier complicates everything, plus we had the dog and the driving is nuts and we don't really understanding how things work or any of the rules. Fortunately, the main rule is that things work out and they did. Regardless, we are going to fly Carol to the not-so-nearby city for her next treatment.