un viaje del hogar… tarde

Our famous blue front door and the stairs up to our “other” front door.

At the top of the steps is our “foyer” patio.  The 2nd front door is on the right.  Behind the shade overhead is a random cave, the mountain, and our neighbors above it.

Our second front door opens into the dining room.

The dining room leads into the living room.

Every overhead light has these fantastic funky Moroccan fixtures that glow like disco balls at night.

The tiny TV fits the tiny living room with tiny furniture, which is as uncomfortable as it is garish. But it’s also somehow charming to me. Besides, the patio beckons…

We spend a lot of time out here… especially after we made “the changes”.

Back inside and past the dining room is the kitchen. (Which I have talked about briefly).

Our tiny fridge and tiny washing machine make it necessary for me to shop and do laundry every day.

And so does our tiny pantry. Yep. That’s it. (We may or may not have lived on raisins, nuts, olives, crackers, peanut butter, and cereal for a while.)

Past the pantry is The Cave. This is the oldest part of the house. In fact, this area WAS the house many decades, or even centuries ago. (People have dug homes out of this hill forever.)  We are separated from the mountain above us by a layer of cement and whitewash.

The dark and spooky bedroom doesn’t get much use.

But the kids spend a huge amount time in The Cave Playroom. The temperature here is cool in the summer and warm(ish) in the winter. Most of the time the floor is covered in Legos and the couch is littered with books and drawings.

Past the washing machine are the stairs up to the second floor. Be careful, the steps are about an inch taller than you expect, and very slippery.

The 2nd floor hall leads to Rob’s office / spare room.

This first work set-up was a complete disaster.  Stay tuned for the update.

Around the corner is the kids’ room. (The tortuga night-light outside the door was a compromise between them. One would like to sleep with every light in the world on, while the other wants total darkness.)

They are (still) thrilled to have bunk beds. It doesn’t seem to matter that the window opens on the boy’s head.  (There is a reason the bed had to be there.  More later.)

They even have a kid-sized easy chair.

The hall bathroom is, strangely, two steps down. (Yes, that’s a bidet.) And I’ve finally figured out how to defeat the… odors wafting up from the ancient sewage system.

Past the kids’ room and up the stairs is the 3rd floor master bedroom. This is the view as you’re walking up.

The (tiny) bathroom is on the left and the (tiny) wardrobe is on the right.

It’s my favorite room in the house, bright, quiet(ish), comfy.  Plus, it leads out to the 3rd floor patio.

Fantastic views…

…no matter the season.