Money

There is something I haven’t mentioned about my trip.

So just imagine this. I have been planning to take this trip for almost 20 years. I finally said yes and asked my dad to come with me. I then spent months planning and preparing for it. When we got to the airport in the Netherlands, I took out 60€. Cool.

That was the only time my ATM card worked for the entire trip!

I was beside myself. Freaking out, I tried almost every ATM I found along the way with the same results. No soup for you (money that is). I spent an hour on the phone with my bank to see if they could do something. They said they couldn’t help me. Don’t worry, when I returned home, I got a new bank. Anyway, we had determined that the chip in my card, that had been working fine at home, was now damaged. I took my dreaded credit card with me as a backup, and it got some use while out shopping. I say dreaded because I hate credit cards. My debit card is my good buddy, but I despise credit cards.

Thankfully, my dad was kind enough to loan me money throughout the trip. My hero. Thanks again, Dad.