Our Cuban experience continued last night the moment we returned to the casa. Greg closed the door and was trying to lock it when the bolt clamped down and the key no longer had any functionality from the inside. We were locked in. Without cell phone and internet, we had no way of contacting the owner. Eventually Greg got the attention of a man and woman, whom I assume were relatives, that had just walked out into the courtyard. I quickly tried to explain our issue with the key and that we couldn’t get out. This was quickly met with laughter.
I was glad they found our predicament amusing, but our situation had not improved. Somehow through some kind of voodoo magic, the man was able to pry the door open just enough to get the pin to pop out of place. They came inside with us for a bit to try and figure out why it wasn’t working. Inevitably, the man ended up locking himself in with us while the lady was having the time of her life outside the door in freedom. With the issue sorted out (somewhat) we packed our bags and got ready to go.
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