I thought it was time to show some pictures of where we are. This is a picture from our balcony. Our building looks very similar to the white building across the Green. We are in the top center loft so our balcony looks like the one you see in the center of the white building.
From the inside we go up an elevator to our hallway, like a hotel or an apartment. The doors lock automatically when the door closes, like a hotel room. However, unlike a hotel, if you lock all the keys in your unit you can't go down stairs to the front desk for an extra key...there is no front desk.
Now as much as we tried to teach the kids about the importance of having a key when you leave, getting locked out was sure to happen. Giving an extra key to a friend in town was one of many things on my to-do list, right behind unpack, find toothbrush and get kids registered for school. So when I walked right out the front door and the heavy wooden door with a substantial metal door handle and a very secure lock started slowly closing while I looked down at my hands and inventoried two dog leashes and a cell phone, I had a very bad feeling. CLICK. Yeah, I locked us out. Bob road around town on his bike (car keys in the loft too) to try and find an extra key...maybe security? No luck. I decided to get a latte and walk the dogs, what else was I going to do?
As I rounded the back of the building I saw a man painting the third floor shutters, near the third floor balcony. He was standing in a rectangular platform that "fenced" him in. The platform was hoisted up by a lift, a lift that you could drive around to my side of the building!....are you thinking what I'm thinking? Is my balcony door open? It must be, I'm out there every five minutes surveying the beauty and charm of my new reality. "Excuse me, sir".
Needless to say, he is now my hero!
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