We met our friendly auctioneer in Almonte and he brought us out to a place just outside of the town. He did prepare us by saying that this is a cheap 1 ha finca and the house is not completed so we can put our own stamp on it and there was also a big barn which could be converted into a bigger house. I was not convinced by that sales pitch and reality was even less attractive. The photos speak for itself, but again I thought it was rather funny to be offered such a place. The blue toilet sat forlornly in a recently added room with a view of the sky. There were three bedrooms but again no electricity or water connected, but a well with a functioning bucket was indeed there. The plastic tunnels hang in tatters. Altogether a sad view and not what we expect about selling a property and trying to make it look presentable. This is part of the job of our auctioneer as he has to be seen to show us also properties from his friends even if they don’t suit us.
However, we went walking along the beach with Julio and Rocio this morning and visited an old man in his beach-side property. It is a fine casita, built by his parents in 1992. The roof and sides are covered with beach-grass, a well with sweet tasting water is installed outside and inside carpets, television and cupboards, table and chairs, a settee and a canary bird in its cage. This is a real cosy cabin that is powered by three solar panels on top of the roof. Antonio has been living here on his own permanently for the past 25 years, enjoying the solitude and peace. His brother takes him shopping regularly and he has a little dog for company and a vegetable patch at the back, altogether much nicer prospect then the desert-like finca that was offered to us the previous day.
German Embassy in Malaga
I now have to praise the German embassy in Malaga. It was with trepidation that we went to get my passport renewed yesterday. That is because I just about made it into Spain before it was out of date. I only realised in July that it was only valid until the 22nd of August this year and blightly went ahead to book our flights to Canada, which were such a good price that it would have been dumb to let that opportunity pass by. But because I was out of the country I could not get an appointment with the embassy in Dublin before September. Chris got me registered to his address in Matalascanas, which was more complicated for him then for me; I grabbed all my documents, printed the application form and Nigel drove the three and half hours to Malaga. Even though I did not have originals and only the application for residency they were able to give me a temporary passport there and then. I had to promise to hand over originals when I would collect the 10-year valid proper passport eventually in Jerez de la Frontera. But it means I can now visit my mother in Berlin or go back to Ireland if the need arises. What a relief.
(guilty fry-up Irish style)
One of these days I heard a voice that sounded a lot like German that came from the apartment above ours. I listened closer and indeed there were Germans here in Matalascanas. This was a surprise as we had not heard any other language then Spanish here. I introduced myself to Martin and Necha the next day and invited them to our little tapas & wine because they are also looking for a place in the sun around here and our friendly auctioneer and his wife were going to be here with us. We had a lovely evening, with German, English and Spanish all thrown into the mix and some guitar playing and singing at the end. The ants had a feast under the table later.