25 November 2016

Llamar al cerrajero! (Call the locksmith!)

One of my favorite things about Valladolid was getting to meet S's parents. S is the youngest of 4 sisters, and her parents are both in their 80s (they don't look a day over 70 though, in my opinion). Piri & Pili regularly go dancing at the local senior center, walk around town and pretty much live an independent lifestyle.

One evening while I was in Valladolid, though, they locked themselves out of the house. It wasn't just that they forgot their keys, but rather, they had left their keys in the lock on the INSIDE of the door and even a spare key wouldn't work to open the door. (Something about leaving a key in the inside lock means that the lock is impenetrable in Spain.)

I don't really know how it works, but we all spent a good while in front of their doorway while V tried to slip the lock with various bits of laminated paper and old X-rays.


In the end, they had to go ahead and call the locksmith. It was an exciting evening! 

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