Voila, a Brazilian grocery belt. I always go with a few things in mind but, of course, whom am I fooling. The most stressful part is to bring the groceries from the car boot to the lift. You start to sweat. You have four items but only two arms. Your drop your sunglasses and the house key down into one of the bags. ARGH!!! But all of a sudden, our zelador shows up and asks if I need some help. Yes, I said, while putting my sun glasses back on my head and all frustration was suddenly blown away!
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