This is the view from my kitchen window |
That view of the hills and mangos above is what I see from my kitchen sink... not a bad view from a scullery, heh? I can wash dishes and lose myself in the beauty of the day.
My kitchen is on the 3rd floor - a long way to carry groceries but worth it. Wally built me an electric lift for the really heavy loads.
This is where we eat. The veranda is open to the outside with lots of plants and herbs, a thoroughfare for butterflies and hummingbirds and always a breeze from the mountains behind us or the ocean in front.
It's like living in a tree-top only on a day like today it's nice and dry.
Wally built the house after we married. Mostly my job was to take care of him while he worked. The kitchen moved from room to room until we got to the roof and that's where we wanted it to stay. It has a panoramic view of mountains and the Pacific. He gave me to the best kitchen ever - a kitchen I hate to leave. Pretty smart guy.
Front view from the veranda - the village of Aticama and the Bay of Matanchen. |
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