One Moment of Bad Luck equals 50 euros

I've never believed much in "luck" bad or good but lately I have been wondering if it is possible. Yesterday, Joan and I had an extremely long day. We slept in our old place the night before so we could get up early and pack the car; as I stated in my previous post. Well, after a few hours of walking up and down 5 flights of stairs carrying heavy things we were finally done. We drove his father's truck to our place, Elizabeth came to see the place and to keep an eye on the apartment while we carried everything in and out. We also had to make a trip to the furniture store to buy a big closet for my clothes, our place came with a very small one; perfect for Joan, not me. After that, Joan had to drive the truck back to Lloret so I stayed home and unpacked everything. Stress was high as I was overwhelmed, Joan was in a mood and later we were supposed to meet Carlos and Gemma to go to los firas and watch the castells that were taking place in front of the Cathedral. Something I had been waiting years to see. The castells were taking place 5 minutes walking from our home at 9:00 so everything was perfect.

8:15 that night Joan was just entering Girona. 8:25 he had parked and was walking from our parking to our place, a good 30 minute walk on a normal day. Last night was one of the biggest nights of Los Firas so there were tons of people and a bit of rain. So, 45 mintues later he was home. Tired and wet but jumped in the shower for us to make it there on time.

At 9:05 I recieved a text saying that the castells had started and we were going to miss it if we didn't hurry. At 9:10 I walked out the door, 9:11 Joan shut the door and at 9:11 and three seconds we realized we were locked out.

Rewinding back to 8:45 when Joan had arrived and I had unlocked the door for him-the keys were left in the door. We didn't think anything of it afterwards. When Joan closed the door at 9:11:03 he realized when he check the lock that he couldn't turn the key. I remembered my keys on the other side and that was that. We borrowed a guide book from the neighbor, I cried and eventually we found the number for a locksmith. We missed the castells, it was raining, and once the locksmith came we would be out 50 euros. We tried and tried to open the door by sliding a piece of plastic through, anything but it took the locksmith two seconds to open our door. He had a special piece of plastic, thinner than a credit card and much stronger. Our single moment of bad luck was very expensive.

Carlos and Gemma arrived a bit before the locksmith had and waited with us outside. We showed them the flat, which they loved and we went to get a bite to eat. It was the end of a very long day.

Now it's Sunday and we just finished lunch with Joan's parents. We have to go to our old place and clean up. Thankfully we have Monday and Tuesday off.

Hope all is well and remember to check the doors before you leave.