My apartment – more than a year after the first coat of paint – is still not really “finished.”
Or well… I live here just fine, but it’s not yet how I want it to be.
My neighbour jokingly calls it Sagrada Familia 2.0 –
and she may have a point.
I tackle things in phases. Step by step.
With occasional help from a handy man – a manitas who luckily understands that I want things just a bit different than standard.
This summer I had a clear plan:
finish the workspace, and finally get the wardrobes in my bedroom the way I want them.
So I can soon take photos for my new website.
But well… he does his work in the apartment. I try to do mine. And sometimes it just doesn’t line up.
Holding something for a moment. Discussing.
Do I want something “special”?
Of course. I always want something special. Or at least unusual.
This afternoon we had to go and get MDF.
It immediately went wrong: I’d given the wrong thickness.
Result: more panels than planned… and the lift? It broke down today of all days.
And I live on the third floor.
Five times up and down the stairs.
With panels. In the heat. 32 degrees.
Very much in Sagrada Familia style.
By almost six o’clock I gave up on my work.
Too tired. Too hot. And above all: too hungry
I wanted to swim. But first, food.
So I treated myself to a drink and mussels at a chiringuito.
Feet in the sand. A breeze in the air.
Felt well deserved.
No mussels though – but almejas a la marinera (clams with garlic and parsley).
A refreshing swim in the sea afterwards.
And tomorrow, a new attempt.
My home is not finished yet.
But my summer feeling… that’s exactly right.