I didn't even know that when i wrote my previous post it would be so true.
My dad "forgot"the day we were flying in and was not able to come pick us up from the airport. We took a taxi to the hotel where my sister was staying and were lucky enough to be able to hang out by the pool and the beach. This definitely came as a blessing in disguise as we spent the first 5 days in PR hanging out at the hotel like tourists.
On the second day, my dad "forgot" to give us a key to the apartment. We were really hoping to go out to breakfast and have a walk around Old San Juan, but i feared leaving and not being able to lock the door. We taxied to the hotel (this was the mode of transportation of choice) and hung out there all day until he came to pick us up. He dropped us off at the apartment and then left for a meeting, leaving us without a key, or anything to eat at the apartment. We left the door unlocked and went out to eat.
When my mom finally arrived (she was out of town) we all slept in the room with her since her room had air conditioner. The doorknob broke after she closed the door to go to sleep. When i say broke, it did not turn and open. Not from the inside, not from the outside. We were stuck with now way to get out. My dad is hammering on the door apparently thinking that if he hit the doorknob hard enough it would decide to open. My mom is tearing through drawers trying to find something that we can use to take the doorknob off the door. I break into a hysterical fit laughing because i realize i have to pee really, really bad, and the kids are sleeping through it all like there is nothing going on. My mom finally finds a switchblade that is think enough to fit into the screwhead, the screwdrivers were too big (figures!!). She can't see the hole so i'm shaking laughing so hard, trying to unscrew a door with a switchblade as my dad is still pounding it on the outside with a hammer. It took us 45 minutes to get out of that debacle.
My dad let us keep the car on the day that my sister was leaving town so that we could go pick her up, get some lunch and then drop her off at the airport. We made it to lunch and when we came out to leave for the airport the car wouldn't start. We had every man at the restaurant looking at the motor under the hood, and they all came to one conclusion, the car wouldn't start. Woowee!!! My sister had to take a taxi to the airport, and we had to wait until a towtruck came to where we were, mounted the car on the flatbed with us inside the car, and drove off. We had no way out unless we took a taxi and we had no reason to go home just yet. The towtruck driver dropped us off in front of the mall. My dad got a ride to the mall after work and we all took a taxi back to the apartment. But wouldn't you know that as we get into the car a light in the taxi dinged and the taxi driver said "that's just a battery warning". I just started laughing hysterically. The man looked at me as if i was crazy.
We went back to the mall on the bus, it took about an hour's ride, because i wanted to buy some things in specific. An Old Navy Flag shirt for the kids and some sneakers for me. Old Navy didn't have the shirts, i managed to find one for my daughter and tried looking for one for my son, but no. I finally just said whatever and went to the cash register, luckily i looked down and there was one in a return bin under a closed cash register. It was a size too big but i took it. They didn't have the sneakers i wanted in my size. The store where i went to buy some clothes, after i had spent almost an hour trying on clothes, picking out what i wanted had trouble with the credit card machine.
It was pathetic. I was just glad to get home without anything bad happening to the plane, or to our car once we got behind the wheel.
