Archive for Agosto, 2016

The Margarita Party

As every year, this summer we have travelled to Boston, to see my in-laws. I have already told you that my Dear Hubby is from there and I love to go and see my American family. My in-laws live in a 84-floor building downtown. On floor 85 there is a terrace with a swimming pool and we use to go there quite often. The children love to swim and the views of the city are amazing. And, as anybody can expect when going to the swimming pool with kids, after one hour preparing the swimming pool bag, as soon as I reach the swimming pool I realise I have forgotten something downstairs. No worries - I tell Dear Hubby - I will go downstairs to pick it up and will be back in a min. No, I call my mother and she will bring it up. No, really, I do not mind going down. You stay in the pool with the kids while I fetch it. I grab the phone and the keys and rush towards the swimming pool lobby. On my way back to the swimming pool, the lift stops on floor 79 and a middle age lady with a huge beach bag gets in. I greet her and the lift starts its journey again towards the top floor. Suddenly the lift stops between two floors and the lights go off. I am not a claustrophobic person but to think you are 77 floors up and hanging from a lift and not to freak out is a bit too much for me. After some seconds, the emergency light goes on. Well, at least I can now see something. I try to WhatsApp dear Hubby to let him know I am stuck in the lift but there is no signal. Probably the electricity of the whole building has gone off -says the lady. Gosh, does this happen often? Well…yes, but normally it is in winter, not in summer. By the way, my name is Stephanie - says the lady offering her hand.Read More