retracing my steps

So, I've left you all in suspense as you wonder whether I found my keys. If you remember, Sara and I had quite the adventure on Saturday, so retracing those steps would be quite hard. I decided to give it a go anyway.

Conveniently, Sara wanted to eat at the same breakfast place Sunday morning. Great for me because that was destination number one and not far from the yardsale, which I had determined was my best bet. We had another delicious breakfast of almond croissants and fruit tarts with hot, brown swirled lattes. Afterwards, we walked a couple of blocks to the old sale. I thought maybe it would still be going on since it was Sunday and most yardsales are weekend events. No, I was wrong. It was really hard to determine what this space was. It seemed like a cement courtyard for an apartment complex. The steel gate was locked and the building behind had numbers, but no bell or intercom. It was sort of run down as well. We walked around the block trying to locate the entrance, but realized that was it. So we walked back and I yelled into the space between me and the apartment, hoping someone would come out.

I decided to jump the fence and knock on the door. Sara stayed to keep watch and to document photographically. I walked to the door and knocked, no answer. I opened the door and yelled in, no answer. So I walked up the stairs and into yardsalers' home. The place was being remodeled, but it was definitely lived in. Lots of shoes on the carpet, a large mac, dishes in the sink. I was feeling a little awkward, but I decided to do a quickie search anyway for the keys. I checked the table and the kitchen which seemed like a logical spot. This would be a great end to the story if I found my keys in the home, but no dice. So I grabbed a piece of notebook paper from homeboys' legal pad and made my way downstairs. On my way out, I saw a post-it for Annabelle and took that as well. I figured I could give her a call and track down the peeps to ask if they had encountered my keys. I walked out of the house and left the door slightly ajar so I could leave my note. Sara lent me her pen and I began to write to the owners asking them to call me.

An Asian man walked up, I ignored him until I figured out he was the owner of the house and the paper. He was standing on the street and I was standing inside his locked gate with his home door open behind me. He was gracious as I explained my story and guess what?? He had my keys! I slipped Annabelle's number back on the ledge and we walked back to muni celebrating.