In the morning, I got up at 7:00 to go get a money order and passport photo, then drove to Beverly Hills to the Brazilian Consulate in order to obtain a visa. A nice airport employee told me that this kind of thing happens all the time, so I figured that they could do an emergency visa or something to get me on the Friday flight. Instead, I waited two hours to be helped, at which time I learned that it takes up to TEN business days, no exceptions, to get a visa.
Needless to say, I was quite pissed after spending nearly two days and a bunch of money in Los Angeles only to find out that I have to wait at least a week for my damn visa to arrive in the mail before I can go on my vacation. SO, I'm in Reno, killing time, laying low, with no job until my passport is mailed to me. My first response was to try to place blame on myself for missing such a major detail of international travel, but at the same time, I did my homework and neither the airlines, the ticket sales company, nor the three websites I visited (including the embassy website with which I'm registered) told me about it. So, we've decided that it's just a big cosmic joke of which I'm the butt (a two-part joke, ha!) and I should just laugh it off. I'm bummed to have two fewer weeks on my vacation, but... what can one do?
I'm still going down there, I'm still going to have a riot, but not for another 7-14 days. As the situation develops, I'll write more on it.
Until my next post, everyone take care of yourselves,
Brad