Imagine our surprise when we returned from our last day of successfully navigating roads no wider than sidewalks, only to find ourselves “Locked out of Heaven.” The 4’x4’ elevator was inoperable. The little transport only goes to five floors, with one apartment on each floor.
We did find the stairs in the back alley, thanks to a woman who answered her buzzer and spoke English, and we proceeded to “break in” to our room that way. We couldn’t. We then bothered a third floor tenant from Vegas, a former Chicagoan as he noted, and he told us of his scheme for getting in when the elevator didn’t work. “Open the hatch in the ceiling and climb up on the fire rungs to your door.” Hm. We were about to flip a coin to see who got to climb, when the hotelier returned our call. He had an emergency number, just for us, for this one time! Voila!
We made it in after dark, and fearing the code might not work again, I remained home while my husband went foraging for our meal. We then relaxed in heavenly comfort, after a heavenly day in SIntra, and plotted our next adventure. Now that we know half of the building occupants, we may host a soirée this evening?
I love reading about your adventures!
When an elevator closes God opens a ceiling hatch!! You guys sure are having quite the adventure. Thanks for sharing it is fun to follow along!