it was bound to happen

Sunday afternoon I was at my front door in San Ramón, searching through my backpack to realize that yes, I did leave my keys in Santa Rosa. Idiot! There are no afternoon buses to Santa Rosa so I was kind of screwed. After standing at my front door thinking about what I was going to do (and what was going to happen to my pepper jack cheese)for about 10 minutes, I went down to my landlord's house (home of los locos) to ask if they had an extra copy of the key to the house. They didn't.

Los locos came up to the house with me and we entered through the backyard. Luis climbed through my bathroom window, which is about 8 feet off the ground and measures about 14 inches by 7 inches (he's skinny). He broke my padlock on my back door using rocks. Problem solved? I wish. My house has a second door that was locked from the inside so after I tried to break the door by kicking it (stupid, stupid idea), Luis cut a hole into the door using a kitchen knife so that Ramón could squeeze through the hole and open the door for us on the other side. Brayan didn't provide much help with him saying, "Are you going to start crying now? How about now?", and maybe I would have started crying. But I was alright. Ramón opened the door and I was super happy.

And my pepper jack survived.