In the UK, I lived in a tiny, 2 floor, 3 bedroomed semi-detached house - one of the bedrooms was a "box room" - 1 bathroom. 90mts2, I think. The redeeming factor was a front and back garden ( where I practised cricket!). When I moved to London, it was a flat (apartment). My first abode in Venezuela was my in-law´s house. Absolutely ginormous, by my standards: 650mts2 (that´s over 2,000 sq ft), 3 bedrooms, but huge social areas below,with a miniscule garden up front and a slightly bigger space behind. However, the back garden had a humongous BBQ ( I actually cooked for 30 people on that).
Then it was another flat. OK, I suppose; 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and a "maid´s quarters", which was an elongated closet off the kitchen, with a shower/bathroom space.
Finally, we moved into my dream house. 15 kms outside the centre of the city, and 300 mts higher up ( we´re at 1.300 mts above sea level), so a lot fresher. Not enormous: only about 250-300 mts (800-900 sq ft), but with French windows in the front and to the side. 3 bedrooms ( all with en-suite bathrooms) and a galley kitchen. The area downstairs is open, so the dining room, sitting room and TV room can all be integrated when necessary. The architect who designed it was a genius: the house faces north, so the sun never, ever hits the living space; it´s always cool inside. The house is built on a solid concrete frame ( earthquake zone) .
The day my wife called me to come and look at it, I was working in my kitchen, doing 30 kgs of onion marmalade. "Come NOW!" she said.
" I stink of onions!" I replied. I went anyway.
A quick look at the house - fine, lots of open space - but then I saw the garden. That was it. We signed the same day!
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