Learning lessons in Rio

Well, hello Rio. Nice to meet you.

I've been in Sao Paulo for the last week with the Canadian women's soccer team. But I finally got the chance to spend some time in Rio, the city at the heart of these Olympic Games.

It gave me the chance to reflect on what I've learned so far:

1) If Google Maps says 15 minutes. Quadrupleit!

Traffic is terriblepretty much all the time. In Sao Paulo, whatever looks like a 15-minute drive, is probably more like an hour. Pluswe also haveTV equipment, so we have to budget more time to pack up and unload.

• Olympics organizers apologize for fans missing events due to 'ridiculous' long waits

2) If you thought airport security was tight...

Security is tight. How tight? There are law enforcement agents from nearly every level of government here: local police, military police, plus actual military and security agents.

To give you an example, when entering Corinthians Arena in Sao Paulo, we had to go through a local police checkpoint. Fine. Then wepassed several military police trucks. Ok.

But we weren't done yet;we still had togo through stadiumsecurity. The Olympic security team was also standing by, just incase.

• Rio steps up security, but loses key to Olympic stadium

3) Did anyone order a mysterious package?

The only time I felt a little unsafe was just before the first game of Canada's women's soccer team.

A man in a motorbike rode up to the gates of the stadium, got off the bike and started ranting and raving. His bike fell over and several mysterious packages scattered on the ground.

He didn't seem to approach anyone in particular. But our cameraman was a little uneasy with someone leaving unidentified packages on the ground.

The motorcyclistwas apprehended around the corner and everything was fine, but it was neverthelessa scary moment for our crew.

• Security for Rio Olympics needs to be co-ordinated effort

4) Cold milk in coffee? Who does that?

The coffee here is unbelievable and I am savouring every cup. Some would say I have a coffee problem, but I can live a few days without it(Ed. Note: Debatable).

Most Braziliansdrink their coffeeblack. The only kind of milk that is offered is hot milk. When I asked for cold milk, they looked at me as if I were crazy.

• Deluge of studies leaves coffee lovers dizzy

5) Brazilians are not just soccer fans, they are soccer aficionados

What hockey is to Canada, soccer is to Brazil.I expected as much, but it wasn't until I saw Brazilianscheering two countries to which they had no ties, namely Canada and Zimbabwe, thatIrealized just how much theylove this sport and anyone who puts effort into competing.

It was heartwarming to see the crowd cheer for Zimbabwe, a country whose women's soccer team has had such a tough battle to get to the Olympics.

• Janine Beckie stars as Canadian soccer women advance

One of their players grew up in an orphanage.They played at a tournament where their federation did not have enoughmoney to provide meals, so friends and familybrought them food.

The team almost lost out on its chance to go to the Olympics when the country'ssoccer federationdid not buy plane tickets for them to travel to a match.

Zimbabwe is ranked 93rd in the world. But they have managed to scoreagainst the second-ranked team, Germany,and the tenth ranked, Canada.Paulistanos (that is, Sao Paulo residents)recognized the team'sstruggle as much as they did their talent and potential.

Ah, the Olympics...

6)Fala ingls?

I don't speak nearly enough Portuguese. But Ilearned a few words before leaving, and I also downloaded an app to help me translate things.

The most difficult thingto translate and explain is my nut allergy.I'm allergic to tree nuts (cashews, Brazil nuts, pistachios) but peanuts and almonds are OK.

It takes a lot longer to explain this in Brazil, where every nut has a different name and isn't necessarily even called a "nut". Luckily, I've been very careful about this! I My por favors (pleases) and obrigado/obrigadas (thankyous) are on point so I should be okay.

• Read Sonali's first blog post:Confessions of a Rio-bound over-packer