I am taking the plunge. I have the funds in place. The Spanish housing market is at its lowest in decades. House prices are below 50% of 2008 and I’m fed up with the noisy neighbours across the road. The apartment I am in is not owned by me and is on the market, so you would think that I would be insecure in case a buyer appeared on the horizon, no chance, as there are so many properties on sale in Andalucia, Spain
I had a look at an adjoining house and apartment being sold separately, I liked the apartment but it is on the first floor and as an old crock I have to think of stairs. The house was fine but no outside area for me to play in. Then with my friends, David, construction expert and his wife Hilda, spending expert, we had a look at a ground floor flat opposite the church. But that was a no-no straightaway as I knew that it had flooded in about a metre of mud and water in 2009. It also had no outside area for me to play in and I need that play pen for me.
The top three photographs are of a new build. No!!! Just cement and bricks. The word is about that there are documentation problems with the whole development so another no-no.
Then I fell in love with Quirky, a little blue house that has everything wrong with it, but because of that we all loved it. The entrance salon quite normal leading to a Christ’s tomb bedroom and a passageway to the bottom of the stairs which operates as a kitchen. Climbing the near vertical stairs where every step was a different height and width, was a feat for an Everest climber to undertake. At the top is an animal pen….go on, say it. My bedroom!! …and a wooden floor on wooden beams to another two bedrooms, one of which you could see the sky through the roof. Back down the stairs to the kitchen and along a side passage where the kitchen sink was hidden, out through a side door, turn a corner where lay the bathroom at a different height from the rest of the ground floor.
Still climbing. To the rear, a white painted patio with a wood fired BBQ and a well. Yes. a proper white walled wishing well and off to the left an enchanted garden, small, but full of trees and a cultivated area. I fell in love with the house then. *dreaming* the house is finished the builders have left. A sultry summer’s evening, coloured lights twinkling in the trees, soft music playing, a pleasant meal just finished, a young lady smiling at me. (Well, I can dream. Can’t I??) When she is not looking I throw another coin in the well (that’s about a thousand thrown in.) “I wish…I wish”. Then I hear a knocking at the front door. On opening the door there are 65 local Spaniards all claiming to own part of the house and they all want the same amount of money that I paid the man for it. *screeech!! dream ends*
So to thwart any scenario such as that, I have immediately asked my Abogado/Lawyer to begin basic checks on ownership and outstanding issues with the property. I will not make an offer on the house until I know who the real owner is. There are so many pit falls in buying a village property so I have to do it properly, go through the right channels, collect the necessary documents. This will all take time. If all is in order then an architect and builders take over….another few months. What have I let myself in for !!! It’s all because I love Quirky !!
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