Cash Poor

It seems that every trip, we somehow wind up with no cash. Well, this trip is no different. We exchanged $200US when we arrived, and we've burned through that. Yesterday, we stop by the ATM to withdraw some much needed pesos. All the instructions for the ATM are in Spanish, and no matter what we do, the machine refuses to spit out any pesos.

We resort to looking over some lady's shoulder to see what she is doing. (Yes, we've turned into those creepy people I try to avoid while withdrawing money.) She's pushing exactly the same buttons we tried, and somehow the machine spit out cash for her! WTH...are these ATMs racist?

The hubby calls BofA this morning and the lady tells us that we were trying to withdraw money from the wrong account. What?!?

Well, we've been going around with only about 50 pesos in our pockets (about $13US). So we've been super frugal the past couple of days. Like we wanted to leave a 5 peso tip this morning, but decided not to splurge and just left a 4 peso tip. I also wouldn't let the hubby have a Havanna alfajor for 3 pesos. Yes, we're talking about being cheap on like $0.50 items. Gosh!

Well, this morning, we find a HSBC, and the hubby tries a series of different buttons on the ATM, and the sweet sound of money being counted hums and money comes out. Yeah, we're in business!

We immediately go to Havanna and enjoy ourselves a te con leche and alfajor...Oh wait, they take credit cards! JAH!