29 December 2013
We woke up at a point. I don't remember if we planned to get up early. But it's not like we had anywhere to be.My first priority was obviously a Western Union. I'm not sure if I can describe the helpless feeling of not having access to cash. It's not that I needed money for anything. I had chicken & an omelet to eat. I could use my card to make any bookings or big purchases that we needed to make. I did not expect to find clothes or shoes that I just had to have. But I don't like having to depend on anyone for anything. I don't like messing up anyone's plans for anything. It wasn't fair to Ang that I needed to borrow money. She didn't budget for that and I could tell it was stressing her. My lack of funds that I might need hung over us on an otherwise pretty day in Buenos Aires. We had to get that sorted.
I wired myself what I imagined to be a week's worth of pesos. I got an address and found a Western Union location that was on the way somewhere we wanted to visit anyway. It was as close to a "win" as we were going to get.
We asked people in a pizza shop (Argentines love pizza I guess) and they directed us to a corner a few blocks away. We did find an actual Western Union (hooray!) and it was closed (boo!) because it was Sunday. I imagined going back there on Monday and realized it would probably be packed. I realized the missed opportunity that was Saturday and I was bummed in Buenos Aires. But there were sites to see. So we walked.
We hit Calle Florida, where people shop and changed money. It was the only place around that was full of people. We walked down the street and got hungry right as we hit a mall, naturally.
Yes, I looked for a Western Union inside the mall. I also asked a currency exchange location if I could charge myself some money. The teller said yes... if I had a MasterCard. Of course my card was a Visa. I drowned my sorrows in french fries.
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