This weekend has been a blur. It's difficult for me to remember everything that has happened in just two days, but I feel that it could be important that I write it down.
Yesterday, Drema & I decided to travel to Brasilia with our friends Wellington & Jean Pedro. They are just some of the very friendly people that I have encountered here. On our way there we talked and joked for hours and right before we reached a restaurant in Brasilia -Wellington's car started acted funny. He has a stick shift (as most people do here) and the gears were stuck. For a total of about 10 seconds the car slowed down and at this time a car that was following very closely behind plowed into the back of Wellington's car. His car was then thrown into the side of a massive transportation truck which then spun his car into a median. The glass of the back window shattered everywhere and the tires came off of the car.
It was positively terrifying.
I did not cry or speak- I just sat very still. I could hear Wellington sobbing in the front seat. Drema and I hugged him and comforted him the best that we could but he was far too upset. He just kept crying and speaking portuguese very quickly. I could not understand him. His car was in bad condition but all of us were without a single scratch.
Drema & I remained very calm through the entire process. Wellington was extremely frantic and Jean Pedro was taking charge.
We waited outside of the restaurant for hours and I honestly had no idea how we were getting home. I was making me anxious and it was getting very dark. After hours of waiting on the insurance company we finally had a taxi home. Wellington informs me that I should not tell anyone about the accident. I am not certain of his reason, but I decided to be honest about everything. I suppose that he is afraid of being blamed, but it was not his fault.
Anyway, I finally made it home by 3 a.m. and I have never been so grateful. I don't think that I will be riding in cars here anymore.