After dropping their treasures back at the hotel, we headed out for some lunch. Having nothing particular in mind, we headed back to the same street where we had dinner the previous night. We found a little place with some outside tables and decided to dine alfresco. Janice decided to try the pizza while the girls and I opted for sandwiches. While we were waiting for our food, I decided I would sample one of the local dark beers. I have never met a dark beer or stout that I could not at least tolerate – that is, until today. The beer was nice and dark, with a nice brown head, and it smelled great. With the first sip, however, the beer had my lips all puckered up and my eyes squinting. It tasted like someone had poured grapefruit juice in the beer. Sour is one taste I have never learned to like, and this beer was sour. Needless to say, I did not order another round.
The restaurant would not take dollars for payment and I cut into the limited amount of pesos I was carrying. We asked the hotel clerk where an ATM machine was and he told us there was one a few blocks away. We had a few minutes before our wine tour was due to start, so Janice and I headed out. We found the ATM with no problem at a rather large bank building. The machines were in their own little room behind locked doors. Once we figured out we had to swipe my debit card to get in, we thought we would be in and out in just a few minutes. That proved correct, but we left empty handed. All four ATMs in the bank were out of money, zero, zilch, absolutely nothing. I could not believe it. One of the other people standing around informed us that being out of cash was somewhat common and there were other ATMs fairly close by. Our tour bus was due soon, so we headed back to the hotel and got ready for our wine tour.
