Hubby and I looked at so many places that just didn’t ‘do it’ for me. Each one had something we liked, but each one had something we didn’t like. One place had a nice kitchen, a lovely tiled patio, but small rooms, and no view. Another was perfectly sized, nice view, but I couldn’t get over the smell of mold in the property when I arrived, and it didn’t get any better as I walked around. A few furnished places had old furniture, saggy beds, or were crammed with knicknacks that I would have to store somewhere, or were just not my style. We did see a nice one, but it was only on the second floor, no patio, and the view of the dirt parking lot wasn’t exciting.
When I walked into the door of this apartment, here’s the view that I saw across the living room and dining room and out the balcony:
I think I was already sold. The big kitchen with lots of storage (and room to install a dishwasher) along with roomy bedrooms & closet space (and an extra one for an office) were frosting on the cake.
We spent quite a bit of time with our new ‘duena’ who, along with her parents and uncle, were cleaning and fixing up the property to our satisfaction. She gave us the keys and the garage remotes as we left, and invited us to come to her house (about 20 minutes outside of town) soon to visit. She seemed very glad that we planned to stay; the last tenant, she related to us, stayed for 3 months, didn’t pay his bills and up and left. We met the building administrator and the building ‘super’ who welcomed us to the building. Monday we will go by the administrator’s office to ‘officially’ get set up for entry, he needs to see documents, etc.
Here’s the color scheme to the apartment, as evidenced by the floor tile and tile accents:This pattern is in all the rooms except one bath that has black tile on the floor. Hmm. Grey/Blue with rust accents? Or rust with grey or blue accents? Can’t decide.
We left with our agent who had just made copies of the lease agreement and everyone’s identification and signatures; she will file the document with the authorities which will make the lease all nice and legal. Next she took us to Banco Pichincha where she helped us get an account set up. We had tried at another Banco Pichincha earlier this week, but were told that we needed an ‘introduction’ of someone with an account at BP and she has an account.
Tomorrow, we go shopping for furniture and ‘domesti-electricos’! and china! and towels! and everything else!
The silver lining to all that purging and 2 years of No Retail Therapy: Shopping, here I come!