When I was 13, I was visiting relatives in Brazil. My aunt was working with a Masonic like men’s group who were responsible for putting on a big rodeo. I didn’t understand Portuguese yet. One of the men of that group called the press and had a picture of us put in the paper.
That’s when I learned how to say public relations in Portuguese. When the rodeo was on, people kept asking me when I was going to ride a bull. Those guys had a reporter say that I was going to be the queen of the rodeo and that I’d ride an angry bull. That’s what they called “public relations”.
The guy who had called the press later tried to kiss me. I think he was in his sixties.
The person who was president of Brazil at that time was flown in to attend this rodeo.