  Friday, June 4, we woke up to insects on the counter in our little kitchen area. After trying to rid them & not succeeding & then them sharing a bed with me we decided to change rooms; the change happened on Sunday.
So we went from the fourth floor of the hotel, on one side to the fifth floor on the other. That was actually nice, we got a new urlLink view from our balcony.
So Cherie & were sitting out on the balcony on Sunday evening, waiting to go down to happy hour. It was absolutely gorgeous out, but then again when wasn't it. When our craving for our Banana Jammers couldn't be contained anymore, we decided to head down. That's when the trouble started. You see, the lock on the sliding glass door in our old room was a lot better & easier to figure out than the one on the door in our new room. When I went out to join Cherie, I shut the door & in doing so, lock ourselves out. We struggled with the door for a bit, pulling this way, pushing that way, hoping to get the latch to unhook but it didn't work.
This is when I had visions of fire trucks having to come rescue us with a big ladder, something I didn't want to happen, much to embarrassing & everyone would get a free show at our expense. So we gazed out over the balcony rail to see if we could possibly see anyone who might be able to help us. Our help came from a little girl who was one floor down from us, minding her own business on her balcony.
Once I got her attention & explained what happened she went to get her mother. She called down & then told us help was on the way. We waited no longer than 5 minutes when I notice the No moleste sign move & the door open. Yipee, we were rescued! Saturday night, Dateline did a special on hotel security & how safe you as a guest were staying in one.
They advised us to always lock our doors with the bolt lock, a chain or one of those latches. So to protect ourselves from would be robbers, rapist & murderers, we did just that. But I had forgotten that we had until the note I stuck in the latch drifted down to the floor when someone from the hotel staff attempted to open the door. Yes, that's right: we were locked out of our room on the balcony & our rescuers were lock out of our room because we had the latch engaged. We were pretty much screwed! So we attempted again to pull & push the door to get it open. I tried to lift the door off the track, but nothing worked.
Then we felt the windows shake: they were going to try to break down the door. (Funny thing was, the door in our last room looked like someone broke it open & was very difficult to open because of it. I wonder if the same thing happened before? ) Anyway, after about 3-4 slams against the door the latch just popped open, leaving the door undamaged & our knights in leather work belts came to rescue us, probably cursing to themselves, "Stupid American girls..." 
