... You suck. A lot.
So, after I got robbed and had to cancel my ATM card, my financial situation has been sort of a nightmare.
There are Citibanks (where I have a checking account) in Spain, but accessing my own money proved to be nearly impossible. I had to ask for "emergency cash," which involved talking to two separate people on the phone last night, then talking to five different people over two hours at a branch here in Sevilla this morning.
Again: This is my own money in my own account at this very bank.
Seriously, how did we all live and travel before ATMs? Did they just carry around wads of cash ... or is that what "travelers´checks" were for? In any case, I now can buy my own zumos de naranja and cafes con leche without begging Jen to loan me a few euros.
Tonight, hopefully, flamenco and celebrating JW´s birthday. If I don´t post tomorrow, I´ll post again once more from Barcelona.
Hasta ...
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