After some issues with being able to get my cash together, which point I'll get to some other day, I moved into the casa today, so this is the place that until Nov 1 will be home. SOME PEOPLE were requesting photos; I'm pretty sure these aren't the kind they meant, but it's all I have at present. I'm also quite sure there's a better way to show all these, like say a Flickr slideshow; but I am lazy, and the hour is late. And I have some serious solitaire to play before bedtime. (And no that's not a euphemism, you sickos.)
So welcome! I'll give you a tour. Here's a floor plan:
I haven't gone out and measured anything, but eyeballing it, that looks about right. So we start at the front stair. The main house is on a cul de sac; this house is behind the main house, not on an actual street, but there's a cobblestone lane, for lack of a better word, between it and the houses in front. This is what you see standing in the lane, with my front gate open:
Excellent! Let's go inside, shall we? First we'll take a look at what is immediately inside those windows you can see up there:
MMm, lovely. Large enough to nap on, and comfy enough to enjoy doing so: the critical elements of any couch. Note can of coke and book on floor. Just behind the couch, you can see the breakfast bar and the kitchen, but we'll hit that later. First, turn to your right and enter the doorway just ahead:
There's a matching mood light on the near side you can kind of see, but that bulb is burnt out. New mattress and linens, per Steve. So comfy! I took it for a test-nap this afternoon during a short rainstorm. But this room is bigger than it looks here, so keep looking to your right...
Who can resist a room decorated mainly with books? Not I. So heading over to this bookshelf and looking backwards, you can see the entire wall of closets, european style, just like all the IKEA catalogs show:
Holds a crapload of stuff. Handy! Too bad I'm only here for three weeks. Okay, moving along - opposite the bookshelf is a piano - a piano? Yes, a piano. Which I am afraid to touch.
And those windows are the mirror of the ones by the dining nook, and look out over the right hand side of the patio as you come up the stairs. Got it? okay then, let's leave the bedroom and head to the kitchen.
That breakfast bar on the right there is directly behind the couch. Steve assures me that when the time and money come along, both the bathroom and kitchen are slated for remodeling. Whatevs. It's fine. (Not as nice as MY kitchen, of course. Though his fridge is a much better size for what is essentially a one-person flat than my crazy behemoth; and his is a Bosch.) Here we look out over that breakfast bar into the main room (or "lounge", as they call it in the real estate ads around here):
And that concludes the kitchen. Let us now forsake this area, where I will likely spend little time, for one that promises to be much more utile (stopping on the way to peek behind a pocket-door into the utility room:)
Ah! Laundry! which is more than I can say for my mother-effing condo back home, but that is a different rant. Meanwhile, let me introduce you to my friend:
His name is Tubby. I spend a lot of time with him, so I hope you like him as much as I do. He can seem cold at first, but he warms right up to you.
The problem with living in a condo is that you don't get the joy of discovery about new living arrangements, and their kinks and charms, anymore. As I mentioned, Steve is fond of his mood lighting - dimmer switches, little lamps, both kitchen and bath have skylights, too - so I spent more time than one might think traipsing from one room to another, turning lights on and off to acquire optimal mood-glow. Here is the dining nook, a little softer:
Oh yes. No straight man alive has this picture in his house.
Okay then! That completes our tour. I hope you haven't fallen asleep; personally, I'm about to, but then, all this house-hunting and discovery has plum wore me out. Perhaps tomorrow I'll actually take pictures of something on the OUTside, something that might indicate I've actually left home, like a mountain or a baboon. Or something, you know, uncomfortable.