My father built this house when I was born to my older sister and I could enjoy an unspoilt, wild and pure environment at the same time. I remember the long periods in the cove below playing throwing rocks and splashing from the top of one of the rocks on the beach nearby, and bike paths to the long sandy beaches. I remember visiting the people and the smell of fresh from the sea fish, rice and juicy labyrinthine stairs. I remember those fun tennis matches in urbanization and sundaes later. In the fronton of this house, my sister and I learned to play tennis, biking, and of course, our huge swimming pool and unique size in the area. I remember the tender barbecues family under the shade of pine trees, long naps of the largest in the hammocks under the trees, and the endless hours to my cousins, for my sister and me on the swings. Later and already older, my father decided to make a major overhaul in the house, put windows accordion in the dining area, so we could spend long desktops whole family there, but without giving up the views outside. This area became the soul of the house. The room inside is still as warm and welcoming as ever, with its fireplace and board games. Then, the family grew, but the house we never outgrew the seventh or eighth tadpole family member could sleep quietly in the sofa bed in the room without any hassle.
- Smoking allowed
- Washing machine