It's not a "yard" the way you may think of it, it's all concrete with a patch of green artificial turf, a table, 4 chairs and 2 large palm trees. It stretches back to the next 5 houses and each has the same patch of artificial green but some also have lemon or orange trees growing in their yards. It's strange but you never see anyone picking the lemons or oranges. Many just drop to the ground and rot.
Now, turn left and walk another 15 steps and the wall of the house has a recess with an overhang. The recess is where the wall of the bedroom is. In this place are 2 chairs and 2 clothes lines for drying clothes. However, the sun does not reach the lines until about 2'o'clock in the afternoon and most of the drying is done by the warm air. The 2 chairs are importan because I sit there in the early morning or sometimes late at night when Joan is sleeping. It's a good place to think about the coming day or what transpired during the day. Sometimes the gray and black cat strolls by, looks at me, stops for a minute and then wanders off.
Directly across from me is the building of my Portugese neighbors who I occasionally talk with. In the street I can see the glow of the two yellow street lights at night and, rarely, hear a car come down the street. This will all change when the massive amounts of tourist arrive just after Easter but we will be gone.
I like being here at this time of year but wouldn't like to be here during tourist season. I've been told it is a madhouse of people and noise 24/7. If I lived here permanently, I would have to go back to Poland for the summers.
The "front yard" is just dirt with a few little trees but I put that overturned chair against the wall of the house in the daytime and catch the sun.
Sarah, The seafood pasta was delicious but mot at all creamy, plus not enough seafood in the mix. However definitely worth making. I will post the recipe later.
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