What a view! Someone needs some poolside furniture to sit and admire that view. My Amazon.com-typing-fingers say buy, buy, buy! My bank balance says Buying bad, saving good. My bank balance needs to mind its own business.
Mil Colinas, our little home in Samara's new development, was listed as Lot 6 on the community's master plan. Just above us up the mountain is Lot 7. We looked at and considered purchasing Lot 7. It was a bit more expensive, had a few hundred extra square feet and a separate half-bath. Still, we preferred Mil Colinas. And in the negotiations for little Lot 6, Lubos made us an offer we couldn't refuse . . . adding a kitchen island, furnishings of our choice, new paint colors, etc. Our home, we believe, has the better ocean/jungle view . . . even though it doesn't have the infinity pool like Lot 7. I don't need an infinity pool. Really, I don't. I believe, I believe.
Our terrace tile is as nice as Lot 7, don't you think? Inside the home the floor plan is almost identical to ours at Mil Colinas . . . except that Lot 7 has those little peach-n-white tiles carried throughout the home; and we get a nice, neutral tile. A neutral tile . . . because those little peach tiles would totally clash with my plans for the fuchsia paint in our hallway.*
While looking at the new photos last night, Rusty and I discussed our pool furniture needs: not when or what to buy . . . merely whether we wanted to seat four or 12 people. Little details such as that. But clearly, for Rusty to participate in such a discussion, he is totally on board with outdoor furnishing. Finally! My husband: my first lesson in Tico time. This morning I purchased the dining table and conversation set.* Say Hallelujah!
Yes, the permanent move now has been delayed by one full month . . . but this lengthy delay is a good exercise of my patience for Tico Time. Yes, for all of those little peach tiles, I'm proud to have lovely Lot 7 as a neighbor. And, yes, I'm quite aware of the grammatical error in the title of this post. Lo que hay!
*April Fools, darling. No fuchsia paint, anywhere . . . and no patio furniture . . . yet.