Arriving at the hotel I remembered that we were only given one room key, and I decided to keep it myself, to avoid the typical mishaps of traveling with Ernest. So I expected to see my friend waiting for me under the big shell hanging from its facade.
When I arrived, Ernest was not there, nor was the hotel key… I had lost it in the chupinazo, between jumps and pushes. I explained the situation to the receptionist and he told me that, for security reasons, he could not give me another key until I told him the hotel password. Apparently, when we checked in, they explained the consequences of losing the key, but in the excitement of arrival we didn’t pay much attention.
It sounds to me that they told us the history of the hotel area and named an old rua. Maybe that has something to do with the password.