Home Sweet Home
In our quest to find a home here in Mexico, I have discovered that Mexicans don't build houses the way Americans do. You never find the same house twice - no cookie cutter houses in pristine neighborhoods. They are pretty interesting, however -
-like the house that has one room that you can access only from the outside. Perfect for the teenager who wants an easy get-away.
-or the house with the long closet - and I mean LONG - in the master bedroom. It's narrow and longer than the width of the room. I could get lost in there.
-my personal favorite was the house with the miniature toilet and tub in the upstairs bathroom. By miniature I mean 1/4 of the regular size. What were they thinking? That their kids would never grow up, because that toilet is much too small for even a six year old, let alone one of our son-in-laws when they came to visit.
-the house that I LOVE, which is out of the question. Not because of cost, but because they have live high-voltage cables connecting in the corner of the front yard, which can easily be reached by a child.
-then there was the house that had a very small kitchen, but a room next to the kitchen with eight (yes, 8) refrigerators - for reasons that I will never understand.
-and then there was the house (very lovely) with glass stairs - they kind of float, because there is no obvious support other than a small side support- with NO handrail whatsoever. Being the clumbsy person that I am, I think we can rule that one out as well. (Not to mention the danger with the grandchildren.)
SO, I'm still looking. And probably will be for quite a while.