Mallorca part-3 Family holiday

After a long run of house purchase, we certainly learned everything about the Spanish house purchase system, which differs significantly from the Swedish (Mallorca party 1). As well as an attempt to trick me into the criminal world (Mallorca Part 2). So I had matured in my mind so much that I knew something as soon as we wanted. Roughly. New trip to Mallorca was planned. This time as a cozy family vacation with our 2 youngest children 7 and 10 years (the big ones are 18 and 22 years-same breed combination). Hotel with pool was booked and I immediately felt like a pretty good mom (for once). I also booked in passing through the view of Sisådar 5-6 house. Between the baths I thought.

Up in the air towards Mallorca. We live in southern Sweden so we fly from Kastrup, Copenhagen. It is my absolute favorite airport and I feel calm just i get there. I do not see many people in my daily life so I love to sit and watch people and guess where they are going and where they come from. I make small tales in the head of their lives and find it very relaxing. It's so cozy anonymously at airports I think. It's rare to encounter someone you know and I think that's nice. It would be crazy I can think if I sat outside COOP in Simrishamn and stared when I felt a little company's sleep. This time, however, this relaxed feeling was lost, which instead was exchanged for kisses and hungry and when we arrived. It is cozy with family vacation. I already felt a bit strung in my good mom rolling when I checked them a number of times before we even sat on the plane. Just getting through TAX Free is a chapter in itself. Here, however, I got mom mom score if you understand what I mean when the children got nuts instead of candy.

Once in Palma, I found out that I rented the smallest car and we had to hug the kids and bags in the car. My husband furthermore pissed off the rest of the journey in every uphill we snatched up because I hired such a bad (affordable I think it was wheel and 4 wheels) - SKITBIL, which he repeatedly expressed. He can rent a car himself in the future I think. And book flights. And check in. And bring your passport. and pack. and and
In any case, the car went ahead and before the pool bath I explained to those hot glassy children that we had to look at some houses. We wanted to HELA (kind of almost) the family would have to be with and choose a house and I almost believed in myself when I said it.

The first houses were on the eastern side. EVERYTHING on the eastern side, not in the lovely south east or magical north east. It became a whole new experience for me. I usually stay away from populous areas and have easy people fear. Markets, department stores and such places give me breathlessness (strangely, REA is the exception to this, where the adrenaline hits and I'm doing fine). I had the house without looking at the map from a broker side (you know they are honest and helpful). The house was certainly fine both in the picture AND in reality (halleluja) but turned out to be right over a giant hotel of 1000 room, which had its fans back and sounded like it had previously visited Kastrup HELA time. One could feel a weak breeze from those we thought the pool place even.
Otherwise, the east side was characterized by balloons, seat mattresses and other small and good which resulted in my hysterically screaming to my husband that I faint if he did not immediately drive our SKITBIL out of this pervasive for me holiday getto. All the impressions of such places make me quite dizzy in the usual cases, and in 35 degree's heat it was not better (and there was no outlet to aim which, as I said, usually relieves my publicity).
Now it did not happen better than the kids when we irradiated to find a way out of the misery saw the glimpse of a sea and began to shout and pretend to swim. Good mom on family vacation as i was told I was ok (100 at the mom pot) and we bowed ourselves down to the beach. Here the ski car turned out to be a real hit because it was very easy to park. After my 30 on the beach with even more balloons and umbrella, I got breathless and the kids were muted with ice cream if they came from there.

Now, at least, we had bathed and I could say with conscience that now we would just look at three small houses on the west side. So the kids got to see all of Mallorca !!

The journey went to Soller where the children were encouraged with a long exciting tunnel. Almost as a spade tunnel on tivoli-especially as the mother-hired mother hates the whole journey so we could possibly replace this year's Liseberg visit to this exciting journey. The kids were moderately fun, but at least 50 got new mom points. And they would be needed.

Do not you see that there is a pool child?

The house that was walking was at the 500 m elevation in the Tramuntana Mountains. Absolutely wonderful. Man went out of the village and then went and went and went on the serpentine roads 20 without seeing a single house. Here, I often heard more about the car's lack of quality, if you are feeling nicer than my husband did. I must actually agree with him that the car actually smelled quite odd especially on this route up the mountain. Halfway up the top was this wonderful house for me. The individual location was in the description and it may sound fine. Plus there to the brokers !!!

Up there was a magical view and the only thing that was heard was the crickets. Syrups of the kind I'm quite sure that they also belong to the fall of autumn when they had a fantastic capacity. Had it been a vacuum cleaner or a fan or the like, I would have woken sick of them but for some strange reason, I'll fix these sounds from nature.
I fell in love (ups) but my husband got the patch sickness. The kids wondered where the pool was. Up here, I did not have to build a pool, I explained, but took them crazy to the water cistern another 100 m up in the mountain and explained that we would change this to the pool. It would have worked if the broker just kept silent about what was in this watercress to keep it clean from mice and other little cute animals that fell in.
The downward journey (possibly even worse in the ... car) was most about Lock Ness beasts and other things. I was never allowed to fall completely for this house and I was not allowed to bid. Maybe not good to take the whole family in any case ...... They like to cuddle up, I might like.

Here maybe I could get calm

The day continued and two houses left before it would be a swimming pool. I explained to the children that it's nice to have a night bath when it's really hot and the ski car had quite good air-conditioning if you'd say something to its defense.

In the next section you will hear how it happened at the time when I would be a nice little lady.

Friends? Here you will find plenty of gold bulls.

Friday's greetings from Pamela Moell

Mallorca party 2- Perhaps I would have been a follower.

Fincan on the image wants to be anonymous.

If you remember the stated atmosphere from Part 1, this is where we find ourselves when we book weekend number 2 in Mallorca. New items would be looked at and new parts of Mallorca would be detected. Absolutely without enthusiasm on my part, but in my case, my husband was very determined that it was just Mallorca he wanted to be on.

So in May we started trip 2 and this time we had the most items on the eastern side of the island. An amazing part of mountain more in my dimension (not so hard to drive) and a landscape like Tanzania that I only expected a giraffe to pop up on the road. We started by looking at some items that convinced me that my fears about never finding my dream house were confirmed. Wonderful pictures and words from brokers but the truth was so far from the realm of real estate you can come. Stunning view could be in a pit and climbed on a nearby hill, if possible, you could have a little view. The discussion with my husband continued during the journey. Italy should be. I have said that last week, I have said, and a whole week in my world is eternity.

Lastly, we would look at an item that was beyond our budget. Just to see how it looks when it's out of budget .... That should be taken care of. Soooo clear I got up over my ears in love with this hugely beautiful finca. The farm was at the height of 200 m and the ground enclosed a mountain above the 400 m height. The view was really all over Mallorca. I saw myself walking up to the top and looking out over my possessions in a new well-trained slim body (this vision got after a walk across the field - not up to 400 m but maybe 300 mi 35 degrees heat a small reservation. these promenades that made me fit might be more appropriate).

After this view we went to the Mallorca party 1 house to see that we really would not spend more time and effort at that house and condemn my surprise when it was a GREAT way just outside the house. My husband claims it was there for the first time we watched and I have to admit it did not look particularly newly built. I had just avoided looking that way.

Now aware of this road, I persuaded my husband that we could certainly afford this high over our budget house. We would rent out, save and then interest rates were so low .... The love was great and I counted and counted. Do you know how to count when you fall in love? Not so good.
Full of argument I was and we bid. And that's when I realized I chose the wrong industry. We would probably buy the house but we would then bring a large portion of the purchase price into a plastic bag. Yes ha. Dear as I was, I called the bank and asked for my retirement savings. In a plastic bag. Not said nicke. It did not work.
My husband printed warning texts from the internet that you should NOT give cash money at a house shop in Spain. Not in any case. Not even if the house in question is on a mountain and is the most beautiful house on earth. It should be added that even this house lacked some amenities such as electricity and water. But is it just picturesque? Surely people want to rent such houses extra much? . And actually in the end, when the bank said no and my husband convinced me through calculations what happens if the interest rate is raised (sad him) I became most angry. Who I was most angry with, I do not want to go into this one, but I can say that there were scattered rags of anger.

During this time, the Mallorca party 2 was going on, I had carefully explained all possible careers where this kind of money fluctuates but none of them lay directly for me and I simply felt too old to change my course. As soon as I arrived, there was a drug addict that I thought could have nice bi effects on the fall of the autumn. I might also be able to cultivate the product on my mountain in Mallorca. Two flies on the bang so to speak.

I understand that through this blog, I completely destroy my opportunities to ever get poisoned so we are deeply hoping that my husband is standing out.

Part 3 follows ....