Locked out

Dear Bloggers / Readers,

Well this is me kinda reliving the past, i am currently out in Spain with my Nan on my 18th birthday retreat as a present to myself. i have a few more days left before i have to head back home to England where the weather is unpredictable.

Anyway back to the theme of this blog. I decided that since its a nice day i would go up on the roof terrace and sunbath. while i was up there i was flooded with memories from a previous holiday with my foster parents and foster sister.

Now let me tell you it was not my fault about what happened. okay i will take partial blame but i blame it most on the building. i mean who the hell designs a sliding door that can only be opened from the inside i mean c'mon there should be a way to open it from the outside but  sadly in this case there wasnt. so anyway one day me and my sister went and sun bathed on the terrace and i decided to shut the door so no bugs could get inside (bare in mind i had no clue about the door) we were out there for about 2 hours before i was desperate for the toilet. so when i got up i went to open the door i found that i couldn't my sister looked over and me and asked why i haven't gone inside yet. i took one look at the door and back at her and whispered "were locked out" she was just as shocked as me. next thing you know she is having a full blown argument with herself about how stupid the doors were and how stupid we could have been not to know. when she finally calmed down we looked at each other and laughed. like a full blown belly aching laugh. tears were pouring out of our eye as we were laugh so hard. we thought of all things to happen and of all places we get locked outside on a 5 story building terrace with no way of getting down. we were quite a bit away from the pool and the life guards could just about see us. now we first tried banging on the door trying to get my foster carers attention. i was shouting and banging and calling her name.

now here's a little background into what i was going to say next. my foster carer had previously had words with me about shouting her name when she is upstairs and i am downstairs. she says that if i want her i should go up and find her not shout her name for everyone to hear. so i agreed.
so now here i am in front of the doors shouting "sonia please let us in, im sorry for shouting you name, please open the door. i know im shouting now but its an emergency. c'mon sonia i said i was sorry. pleaseeee. sonia.." this kept on for a while before we finally realised she isnt in. now we were stumped on what to do next as we have no phones, no keys and no water. an no food. we looked around and saw that the life guards were by the pool and we starting shouting and waving our hands trying to get their attention . when we finally got their attention they had the audacity to wave back and then continue with what they were doing. all the effort we spent trying to get their attention back fired.

By now we have been trying to get back in for an hour. i had forgotten about my need for the toilet, all i could focus on was getting in. after a while we just sat and thought about our next idea on how to get help. about half an hour later we looked over the ledge and saw a women walking by. we decided she would be our best option. we called down to her and told her our situation and asked if she could get security from the office to come get us out. she thankfully agreed and went to get help. so for five minutes we waited patiently by the door. next thing you know the curtains being pulled back and i see my foster carers sleepy face appear. all i could think of is how the hell did she manage to sleep through all of my shouting. i have a pretty decent set of lungs.

anyway just as she has opened the door the security guys walked in and asked if there was a problem. we then had to explain that she had just got up and didnt hear us this past hour and an half which in my opinion was bullshit she just wanted me to suffer... well thats what i think anyway.

then my mind skipped to another memory, this time i was on the terrace where i am now and again i got myself locked outside. this time i was alone as i decided to come to spain again for my 17th birthday. again it was a nice day and i went upstairs. bare in mind i took precautions, these were different doors, but because it was an extension the doors were at a slant so the open outwards. anyway, when i went up i left the key in the lock and opened the door wide. later on during the day there was a big gust of wind and the next thing you know the doors are slamming shut. all i could think was this is not going to happen to me again.

i went over to the doors and tried to pull them open but for the life of me they wouldn't budge. it was then that i realized i left the key in the door and that had somehow blocked the other door from opening. as im pulling hard on the doors all i could think about was my nan and what she would do if she came home to realise i had just broken her doors. i ended up sending a silent pray and tugged as hard as i could on the doors. next thing you know im flying back the doors are open and i literally cried with happyness. i grabbed all my things and refused to go near the roof terrace again for the rest of the holiday. i even stayed clear of the steps leading up to the terrace. anyway being up here is the 2nd time since then. i refuse to get myself into any situation like this again. but hey ho i thought i would share my wonderful experiences of being locked out in a foreign country. oh if your wondering i have also been locked out at home but then again that is another story and another rant all together.

thank you for reading all the way to the end, if any of you have shared the same experiences please dont hesitate to comment. oh and if you want follow me too. that way you can share my wonderful humour and terrible life experiences anyway

bye

Ashleii xo