Brazilian Passport Time

Friday Belle had her interview with the Brazilian Federal Police for her passport application. Maybe some of you recall the first time Nate and I had to venture into Centro for our Visas. If not then I will tell the story again.

In a country, or at least town, where it is acceptable for men to wear a speedo with no shirt or shoes into the grocery store it is UNacceptable for me to wear shorts into the Federal Police Station.

What a normal person you see walking around in a Speedo.
Trust me. Nothing you want to see..... ever!

Since we were new to the area we had a driver take us to the office where I quickly found out that I could not be admitted because I was wearing shorts. Due to time limitations and needing the paperwork to be done that exact day I opted to wear my husbands pants over my shorts..... I am 5'7" and Nate is 6'4". He out weighs me by a good 120lbs give or take. While Nate sat in his underwear in the car I wore his jeans rolled up and cinched at the waist. Everyone in the station laughed but I was admitted and the paperwork was processed. When I returned to the car I found Nate still in his underwear working away on his laptop while the driver continued to look at us like we were crazy.

I could have been friend with these guys with my baggy jeans!

This time around I went overboard with attire with jeans, closed toed shoes and a blouse. I have to say that it was nice to wear something other than yoga pants and a tank top. Nate was able to keep his pants on so I say the trip was a success!

All our paperwork was completed and all we had to do was sign some paperwork. Belle's photograph may be cause for concern. The dimensions we were told are wrong but the lady at the desk said it wouldn't be a problem. I doubt it and it seems like very lax security. Then again, the same thing happened for her US passport that arrived last week to the house. I think that security might not be as tight for an infant. Just a guess though.

Everything went great and we can pick up the passport in 5-8 days. They normally would mail it but the postal office is on strike. And you wonder why we never let anyone send us anything in the mail. another story for another day!

For now we patiently wait for the word that we can pick up her passport. Then I can start scheduling a trip home to see the rest of the family and friends!!

Equals trip home!!

Tchau,
Sara