We loved the Chinese Laundry hostel so much that we ended up staying an extra night. The piles of laundry and towels had begun to feel like home. We also went to see the other houses that I’d arranged for us to view. After The Red House, each viewing felt like we were having to kiss a bunch of toads, none of them were a patch on the first. One of the properties that we viewed was possibly the most depressing house that I’ve ever been to. To add insult to injury, the estate agent had bunged us in with a whole load of other prospective buyers, namely Dutch, French, German and one other English couple. I took one very dismissive look round and left them to fight over it.
Asturias is beautiful, there’s no denying it. Very striking landscape, beautiful mountains, heavenly beaches. We saw a few houses there but the one I most liked was a large cow shed half way up a mountain complete with about a metre deep of fresh cow pats steaming away inside. I must admit, I was a little tempted, the views were incredible but the access up to it was horrendous and we’d never in a month of Sundays get the printing press up there. Still, we had a jolly time staying in Luaca and enjoyed the theatre of how the Asturians famously pour their cider in to a glass.
However lovely Asturias was, my heart just wasn’t there and nor, funnily enough was Irishman’s. We cut the Asturian visit short and wended our way back to Galicia for a second viewing of The Red House. I’d come clean with the agent about our lack of available funds so was very relieved when he said he didn’t mind at all us having a second viewing. It was agonising going round the second time. All the things that I’d originally loved about it seemed even lovelier, especially after seeing so many other properties that week. Nothing had come even close. I took some more photos then walked back up to the car and hoped beyond hope that it would still be available when we finally got our finances sorted out.
It was time to get back to 88. We had bookings that needed taking care of and there was work to be done. As we started the long drive back south, I turned to Irishman and said ‘What the fuck do we do now?’ He’s generally quite good at solving problems so I hoped that he’d have the answer. Instead with a heavy sigh he replied ‘I don’t know, Lottie. You got us in to this mess, now you’d better get us out of it’
To be continued very soon