I did my fair share of asking for insight and advice about visiting Brazil these past few weeks, since providing communications support for the presidents’ mission takes me to South America for the first time. Some 30 university presidents will arrive in Rio tomorrow, ready to make research and higher education linkages with Brazil. Before I left, I received the usual guidance about personal safety, applicable in any big world city that attracts millions of tourists. But what I didn’t necessarily expect was for so many friends and acquaintances to attest to the friendliness of the Brazilian people.
Being born and raised in the Maritimes, I guess I have pretty high expectations when someone says that people from a certain area are friendly. Now, although I’ve been in Brazil for less than 24 hours, I see that the description is clearly true here.

A street in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
The real shortcoming for me is that I didn’t crack open that Brazilian Portuguese phrasebook a little more before leaving Ottawa. Additional language capacity would have come in handy when travelling through the adventure that is the Sao Paulo airport.
But here at my little hotel in Rio de Janeiro, the staff is truly friendly and kind. And they seem to have taken pity on me and my limited ability to communicate in the local language. The young woman at the desk, Luiza, who speaks some English, has been particularly helpful. She insists that my cab drivers come in to see her first so she can explain in Portuguese exactly where I’m going and what stops I have to make. I watched this woman of about 24 give these instructions very precisely to a 50-ish driver last night. He simply nodded in compliance. I think Luiza would fit in quite well in Cape Breton.
Another young man working at the desk came up to fix my computer this morning. And the staff members talk among themselves in Portuguese to determine the best route for me to take or where I should stop for something I have to pick up. Then Luiza conveys the advice back to me in English.
So in between my meetings today, I have to get to a bank to pick up some Brazilian dollars. It seems I’ll have some serious tipping to do.





