Part 2 : viewing posh Spanish property

It was a mathematical mistake. Honestly!

Well part one left you in the 1980's with Phil Collins, hope you had a good time. :-)

I’m afraid I’m going to fast forward almost twenty years. Yes twenty! It took us that long to do anything about this little dream of owning a property in Spain. After all you can hardly down tools, stop work, take young teenagers out of school and away from their friends (wouldn’t we have been popular!). Plus it would not be right to just give up on the role of carer for elderly parents would it?

So now the 21st century is almost popping it’s head over the horizon and a little freedom is on the horizon for us so I’m re-erecting the dream. We visit a ‘Living Abroad’ exhibition in London and I put out a few feelers and at the same time I confirm that our forthcoming holiday was going to be in Nerja on the Costa del Sol.

Typical Nerja scenery

Several weeks later my husband answers the phone. I’d forgotten all about my enthusiasm in London and as I watched his bemused face it’s clear I forgot to tell him anything at all about it. It’s a Spanish estate agent in Nerja confirming a list of arranged visits.

Now, the whole world will tell you that if you want to be confused by any mathematical problem I’m your lady. I had confused how many Spanish pesetas there were to the English pound or maybe I just didn’t work it out correctly [the euro is easier, honestly]. I wasn’t surprised, my husband wasn’t surprised, but I think the estate agent was.

We couldn’t afford any of the houses on the list, but boy oh boy they did look fantastic. We were honest and told her (well my husband told her, I had a rather red face at this point). ‘Oh dear, oh dear’ was her response, ‘I have all these people lined up and ready for viewings for you in two days time.’

Ah, now what to do. The estate agent suggested and at the same time said she’d be very grateful if we could just go through the motions and view the properties. Everyone knew that we couldn’t afford any of them, well everyone except the sellers that is.

Old Aqueduct, Nerja,Spain

What would you have done? It had all been arranged because of a mathematical mistake but here was a chance to view some glorious properties, have a look at people’s interior design ideas and be thoroughly nosey. You never know it might have sparked off a different dream — curtesy of winning the lottery of course.

My, my, how the other half live. Huge white properties, hugging the coast, fantastic panoramic sea and mountain views, marble floors, enough bedrooms to open a hotel, elegant bespoke furniture, huge landscaped gardens many with fountains and arches, maintained by the gardener of course. One even had a library, and they all had at least one swimming pool, some had two — one indoors and one out [in case one became fed up with being indoors no doubt :-)]

I know you’ll not be surprised to learn that we decided against buying a property on that visit as much as we liked Nerja and the properties, but the dream was getting nearer and next week I’ll tell you about the property we did buy.

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