Life in Spain-how we built our house part 2
It was now September 1997. Our Dutch builder, Andre, was very keen to get started. We discussed the new layout of the house and the fact that we wanted to put another floor on top of the old house. Using a computer package, I drew out the rough plan of what we wanted, which he then took to an architect who, for a suitable for fee, would produce official drawings and obtain the right approvals. We had quickly learned not to question these processes! This was the way things were done and so we followed the customary practices.
We were lucky that a friend of ours had a vacant villa on the coast which they were pleased for us to live in while our house was being rebuilt. The storeroom/workshop was built and looked wonderful, and we stacked our furniture in there. This had to go on top of all our furniture from England which had already been delivered ( and that was another saga). Literally, the store room was filled to the roof and and there was one small space to walk along one side. So the house was now empty and we moved out to the coast and handed it over to the builders. The following week we drove up from the coast to see how things were going. We were amazed! Our lovely house looked like a bombed ruin. It was a demolished wreck the roof had gone, there were bricks and rubble all around and it looked like a derelict shell. And so, with gritted teeth, we went back to the coast and paid weekly visits to our little house in the country. As the weeks went by work progressed but to our unaccustomed eyes it did not look like progress at all. There were rickety planks on makeshift scaffolding, bricks, sand, cement, dust and rubble all around. The garden was ruined but we were assured everything was going fine. And then after a few weeks there were no workers. Andre had fired them, the quality of their work was fine but unfortunately their work rate was not up to Dutch standards. So Andre had to find a new team of builders. This is usually done by going to village fiesta’s and drinking in the bars and finding out who’s available for work. What Andre didn’t realise was that it was now November and, because most of the local builders also have farms and olive groves, they don’t work in November because they are picking olives and this goes on into December, which is then Christmas, followed by New Year, which means all building stops until the middle of January! Andre offered to pay them more money but they said no, we have to pick our olives! And so one learns to be patient – although we were getting concerned!.
The house was supposed to be finished in October, and we had friends arriving in February to stay with us, so we had to arrange more accommodation. Also, the villa we were staying in was needed by our friends in February, so we had to leave that anyway. Luckily we were offered a house just down the track from ours where we could stay for a couple of weeks and so we did. When the middle of January arrived so did the builders – in droves! There were labourers, bricklayers, plasterers and an electrician all working like mad! Again we were amazed. That winter was also the wettest for many years and one fitter who came to fit our air conditioning took one look at the track to our house and refused to drive down it in his car! He said he would come back when it had dried out.
As with all building work, of course, the estimates got larger every week. One of the problems was if we ask for a price, say to tile the patio, the builders would have finished before Andrei had given us the price – bit too late we thought. Anyway, work progressed very quickly and we discovered many interesting things about doing business in Spain. For example, we searched for some floor tiles, which took us several days and many trips, but eventually we decided which ones to have. And so we told Andre and gave him the details. A few weeks later, Andre went to the tile shop to get them only to discover there was a three month ordering time. And so we had to go and find some more. And as the Spanish say, “Señor, this is Spain -it is a different! “
The house was nearing completion when Andre came with the final bill. To our astonishment it was 25 per cent more than our budget. It took us days to recover from the shock and then we had a negotiating meeting to see how we could get the price down. We got the price down to something more affordable by agreeing to finish the interior painting ourselves and not having guttering fitted and a few other minor things. This meant that we could move in to the bare building, with one cold tap, no toilet, no shower, not even a sink, and a camping stove. Which we did. The plumber was very good, he was waiting for the hot water boiler to be delivered ( and, would you believe, the delay was caused by a fiesta in Seville). In the meantime he connected a temporary water heater and a gas bottle.
That was how we started. Since then we have continually improved the property and now have a well for water, that means we are independent of the town’s system which is very expensive, a swimming pool, a conservatory, solar water heating (very cheap to run) and some landscaping for the garden, which is basically a decorated cliff.
And so we have now completed ten years of living in Spain and we have learnt one major thing – you must develop flexibility and patience, because, in the country at least, the old ways and the mañana principle are still very active. Even with all the trials and tribulations, we still think this is the nearest thing to paradise that we can afford and, although all we may like to change some things and we do occasionally complain about other things and we still get infuriated by even more things, we actually want to stay here for as long as possible.
I don´t suppose anywhere is perfect but where we are gets pretty close.
Adiós!
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