When it comes to speaking in Portuguese, Carol does a lot of our talking, so I was pretty nervous about going to the bank by myself. I needed to go to a particular bank, pay a fee and get a receipt. Once I got to the bank I saw an open area with a bunch of ATMS on the left and a separate room with tellers on the right. I entered a revolving door to go into the room but a quarter turn in, the revolving door locked and lights started flashing. An armed guard opened the door and walked me back through to the other side, saying something about my purse. A nice guy on the other side asked what I was there for. I told him I needed to pay a fee and get a receipt. He understood, gave me a slip of paper and explained that I couldn't take anything metal through the door. So, I passed my purse through a hole and the man held onto my little knife because it is illegal to bring a knife into a bank in Brazil. I made it through to a teller and learned that my paperwork had expired. I would need to go back to the airport, get my paperwork updated and return to the bank, which I did, but it wasn't without challenge. Maybe I will share those challenges another day. It's always a process.
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