Money might not make the world go round, but it provides lubrication .
Looking for an ATM to get cash to pay for my rented vacation studio in Ciudad Vieja, there is apprehension.
Banks and credit card companies have been told Scott will be out of the country. They have been given names of the countries he will be visiting and have authorized the cards to be used. ATM’s are blood transfusions to the withering traveler. If you don’t have money, you are going to the mat in a place where you have no friends, don’t speak the language, can’t read the maps.
This machine asks what language I prefer, asks whether I want dollars or Pesos, asks whether funds are coming from savings, checking, or credit card.
I go through each step but the transaction is cancelled. People are in line behind me so I take my card and myself for a walk. What is not working?
It hits me like a brick that I wasn’t asked to enter my card’s password.
This time I punch in my password before I hit ” continuar ” and follow instructions, to the end, as prompted.
It is the right solution because the machine spits out hundred dollar bills that are so crisp that Ben Franklin must be printing them,as I wait.
ATM’s are a three letter word I like. It is amazing a machine in a foreign country will give you money even though it doesn’t know you from Adam..
ATM’s are as close to a money tree as us guys are likely to get.