It comes down to the point that after coming to the "I should buy a connector cord" realization. I proceeded to look up the type I needed online and locate the nearest Mac store (which was in Montevideo while I was living in Paysandú).
The next time I went to Montevideo, I was going to buy the DVI to VGA connector cord. We had a meeting about two weeks from that time, and I went early to run a race, try to mail some letters through the embassy, and to buy this cord.
The weekend was an epic fail, but I'm sticking to the Mac story right now.
I went to the Mac store on Saturday. It was closed on the weekends. Cool. Went back before our meeting on Monday. It was open. I had the cord type I thought I needed written down, thank goodness, because the store was literally just a depot of apple imports, not an apple store. The people had no idea what I was talking about when I tried to tell them what kind of computer I had and that I wanted to connect it to a projector. So they read the paper, brought out the cord, explained it was more than twice as expensive (*wince*), I looked at the cord (thought it was right), paid them, took the cord and paperwork and left.
I had not brought my laptop with me to Montevideo because it was a short trip and I had been prior advised about the high crime rates. Therefore, I could not check if the cord worked or not until I got back to Paysandú (a 5 hour, $50 bus ride away).
It didn't work.
Well, I wasn't about to go to Montevideo right away just to change it. I was going to wait until we had another meeting and could get my bus ticket paid for if possible. In the meantime, I checked to see if there was a deadline on the return policy (no return policy, only a service guarantee, sweet) and internationally called a Mac store in the United States who told me exactly what I needed in under five minutes (and it was half the price!). My parents were just going to bring that cord because I would not be able to get it here. I was just going to return the one I got and get my money back.
Or so I thought.
I went to the Mac store again with my useless cord and all the paperwork and presented my case. They would give my store credit. The return policy that they had not given me nor told me about, but that I was supposed to obviously, magically know, stated that I had ten days to return items to get cash back.
I was pissed. Now my Spanish was better so I was able to better express my frustration and the manager was called to deal with me. I wanted to know why I wasn't told about the policy, she told me it was just their policy. She suggested that I should have called when I realized it wasn't the right cord, I expressed sarcastically that I'm sure they would have been able to understand me on the phone and also reimburse me. She just said that they could give me a store credit voucher. I obliged but not before asking if there was a ten day expiration to use that, as well, she responded that I just has to use it within one year and passed me off for someone else to deal with.
I stomped out with my voucher wondering what the heck I could buy with it that would be even remotely useful.
My family and Jo came a bit after that and suggested I get a iTunes gift card. What a good idea. I could listen to audiobooks on the bus! And I have enough to get almost $50 worth! Woot!
I journeyed back to the Mac store with my stupid voucher and inquired about gift cards. They did have gift cards. Awesome, I would like one. They explained that you get a code on a piece of paper instead of the card and you enter it to your account on iTunes, blah, blah, blah, yes I know how to do that I explained. Then I learned about the injustice of it all. I had more than $40 on my voucher. They were going to give me a $25 voucher. I was like, "you're joking." Nope, not joking, and I was going to have to pay a little more. Apparently, you have to pay twice the amount of the amount of a gift card you want. So that means a $25 gift card costs $50. Of course, they explained this to me as though it was totally obvious and made perfect sense. They responded to my disbelieving and incredulous expression with a, "oh, you know, in some other places, you can get the gift card for the actual amount you pay." I bit my tongue to prevent myself from spitting fire and this severe injustice. I swallowed and said fine. What the heck else was I going to buy in this overpriced, outdated Mac store that I could actually use? I didn't know and moreover, I just wanted to get out of there before I exploded and never wanted to go back.
They tapped away on their computer, handed me an enveloped and I hightailed it out of that "Mac store."
Of course, I expected the gift card to not work, but it did, my iTunes account was credited the whole $25.
Moral of the story: get your Mac products figured out and anything you might need purchased before traveling.