Hurrah!
It was scary there for a little while--imagining the Russian mob in Karlovy Vary had taken over my identity, leaving me with no way home. . . .
But turns out the bank blocked the card after my charges at the spa. Once I talked to them, they unblocked it and now I have moolah again!
I did feel like George Bailey. People came out of the woodwork to help if I needed--and some people were pissed that I didn't go to them immediately. I easily could have financed my way anywhere with all the help and money people wanted to throw my way. Thanks, y'all. I am the richest man in Bedford Falls.
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