Tracie day 5 Dia del diablo!

Imagine this, it is a beautiful day and we wake up knowing that we are going to the beach. Allen has a boogie board and by golly we are going to get some use out of it. So we pack all of our stuff "towels, sunscreen, clothes, umbrella (the second one, remember we lost the first one) beach mats and all of our other items. Thank God we stopped at the public beach that is only 1 mile from home. (I swear it is 1 mile uphill both ways.) We thought about going to one of the beach roads that nobody would be at...
So after a great day in the full sun and some perfect boogie boarding we drag all our crap back to the car to find that we have lost the car keys. (We put the house keys in the glove compartment) We are so sunburned already...dehydrated and hungry. You don't have to stretch your mind too far to see where this is all going.
After a trip to the Information booth, we were hoping that they lady who oversees the rental would have another key to the house so we could at least change into clothes and take all of our crap home. Nope. Then it's off to the police station. After they called a Locksmith, Allen and I went to the car to wait for him to drive from the next city over. I decided to walk the beach to see if anyone turned in a lost key to the soda stand and then the lifeguard stand. I don't know if I have commented on how everyone who speaks a little English likes to practice...one easy question, has anyone turned in a car key? No quick answers....everyone wants to have a conversation.
There were at least 6 guys at the lifeguard station. All saying they don't speak good English, but they all do. When I say I don't speak good Spanish I really mean it. So after a long conversation with the lifeguards, and no key to show for it, I walk up to the car to meet Allen.
Next thing I hear is "dad, dad!" as I see Emily crest the hill, I guess there was a little car behind her that was the locksmith. We were expecting the locksmith to drive a van. So next thing you know, it is me, Allen, Emily and the dumbest locksmith ever. He really did not speak any English. We just though the would open the car but I guess he needed us to tell him how to do it.
I gave up and went back to the lifeguard stand to get some translation help. Again, you don't just ask for a translator and get one, you first have to converse about the type of Spanish they speak. Castillion I hear. So finally one of the guys walks up to the car with me. He brings his plastic lifeguard float thingy. So we find out his name is Marcello and he talks to the locksmith. Marcello the lifeguard decides that this is the dumbest locksmith ever and he grabs the coat hanger to try to catch the lock. Next stops in the beach bum Fernando. So now Fernando and Marcello are working to catch the lock with the hanger. Dumb locksmith is watching. Yippee for beach bum. He gets the car unlocked!!! We grab the house key and walk to the information station to meet mom and dad. Mom has now decided that Emily has been sold Into white slavery and is already hooking in Brazil.
Oh, one note to add. We don't have any Uruguayan pesos with us. Just U.S. dollars. Most places take U.S. $, but there is not a cambia in this town and remember mom and dad and Emily got here on Christmas.
Finally we are all back together and in our little cottage. We are thirsty and hungry. We have some water and then Allen starts calling the car company. They are very nice and they are sending us another key from the city via bus. We are leaving in about 1 hour to see if the key is on the next bus. I sure hope so. It will be nice to have our big white whale van back parked in front of our little stone cottage.
Another long story short, mom, dad and I walked to the car to lock it up. Dad decided it would be shorter to walk the beach home. Not! Mom is gonna kill him.