Door:1 Haley:0

I didn't do much yesterday. As mentioned before, I slept until 1; then, I ate some traditional German sausages with Lucia's father and sister, read my book in the garden, listened to the rain, watched them eat again later in the evening (my eating schedule hasn't caught up with the time change yet!) and talked for awhile with Lucia's father about Augsburg. We watched some German news television and he went to bed. That should be the end of the story. I should say - I watched some English news and went to bed shortly thereafter. But I didn't.
I did turn the tv off and intend to go to bed.

Let me first explain the layout of Lucia's home. When you enter the front door, there is a flight of stairs on your immediate right that leads up the second level to some bedrooms, the computer room and a bathroom. The third level has more bedrooms (where I sleep). From the front entrance you walk forward a few steps and on your right there is a door that leads to a hallway from which there are other doors leading to the livingroom, kitchen, another bathroom, the dining room, etc, etc. So, last night while I was watching television, I closed the door to the bedroom area of the house so as not to disturb Lucia's father and sister.
When I got up to go to bed, the door was locked. Completely. I had locked myself inside, and therefore outside of the part of the house where I wanted to be. I tried absolutely everything to free myself from this dreadful situation, including removing the door handle and trying to jimmy the lock. I tried to phone Lucia in Canada, I tried numerous keys and other possible entrances to the other part of the house, but to no avail.
So, I slept on the couch.
I was woken up this morning by Lucia's sister asking me to 'open the window' so that she could come in through the garden.
Not only had I locked the door, but I had also broken the door. At 6am this morning, Lucia's father had to call the locksmith the disassemble the door that the crazy Canadian had massacred. Well, he didn't really explain it like that, and reassured me that the door had broken itself, but I have my suspicions...

And so... lesson number one from Germany:
****Never close the doors...make the Germans believe that you, as a Canadian were 'born in a barn'

Auf Wiedersehen