Still house hunting

We went back to look at the house. Walking through the rooms in the upper floor, I opened a little balcony and stepped outside. I looked at the street and the adjacent properties. They all seemed quite deserted, but that was on a Thursday morning, so people could have just been at work. The property right in front was clearly empty, though. There was an old house, and a guy was walking with clutches from the house to the gate. Three pit bulls were running around him. The guy disappeared and didn’t come out again, but the pit bulls and that weird feeling stayed. We also realized that the noise from the freeway was too loud. What freaked us out most was how fast the landlord had accepted our offer and was offering to fix anything in the house that we didn’t like. They were clearly desperate.

So we backed off and asked for time to think this through. We came back next day to walk around the neighborhood and look at other houses. The pit bulls were still running around. There was a glass on the property’s wall, one of those where they serve drinks in Spanish bars which probably means there are bars close by. Nothing against bars but people in Spain do know how to party and most bars here close at hours when we are almost getting up again, so that could mean very noisy nights for us. Well, and next to the freeway, there was a hooker waiting for clients. I have a feeling we should not move into that house!

We saw three other houses on Friday. We are slowly getting more comfortable with the thought of being in a townhouse, surrounded by neighbors. One of the houses we really like was one street away from the beach, and at that corner with the beach, there was a bar called “Kauai” like the Hawaiian island. That’s gotta be a sign, right?