Well I know I said I won't bore everyone about my running, but what the hell...
Things we do to keep in shape... I even took up running regularly. It started as an accident as many things in my life.
here I was happily eating and having fun and joined an airline of all places. These were the days when I could still hog away any amount of chocos and what not and not have an ounce to show... (I know I know I am one of those Lucky ones who did not have to do anything at all to watch my weight until after the magic age of 35!) However, I am one of those who always wants to 'belong'
So here goes, these guys wanted to set up a corporate team to take part in running around the TAN. For those of you non Melbournians, Tan is a 4 KM track around the Botanical gardens in the fringe of the city. This needs at least 3 girls in the team, and at least 1 running in each team event. So Ms C & I joined up on urging from the one and only woman runner in the team, along with all the other guys bribing us with chocolates and other such things...
Then came a day when I had to be the 1 girl who ran... So here I was all dressed ( Had to get the right kind of shorts and T-shirt for it... Cant go running in daggy traks can I?) and looking the part and started the run. Most guys finish this round in about 17 to 18 mins, I started off with them and thought this is not bad., and then hit the hill! This is a steep 300 mts stretch (felt like 3 Kms) where I came to a screeching halt. Felt like one of those cartoons, I was huffing and puffing but seems to be making ever so slow a progress. Finally finished the run in 25 mins... Then got to work and was embarrassed. BUT the guys were sweet, and told me you did great. Those who know me, will understand when I say, that brought a beeming smile and I was hooked.
Even did the race against the steam-engine ( the engine bet me very easily) . This is a cute little train in outskirts of Melbourne that goes through the hills to a lake. A lovely picnic spot and a great favourite for kids as you can sit with your legs dangling from the window and go chook chook up the hill. That was the one and only time I ran that one, Other times Let Mr P do it while I either drove to pick him up or went Chook Chook... You get the picture.
Then I was a good little indian and gave up all this mad activities, when three years back Mr K decide he wants to do a marathon to check if he was 50 yrs young or 50 yrs old... I became the default trainer. By this time, I found that chocolates do stick to your mid riff... So as trainer I started running with him , and found lo and behold the tyres disappeared...
Mr K did his Mara and proved he was 50 yrs Young. Seeing the crowd cheering and supporting the marathoners was incredible. I got sucked into it... as did a few more friends and ow we have a running group of our own.
Guess I always did enjoy being the odd person out, and am still the only one among the Indian crowd who is into the running 20 Kms plus. BUT I have called it quits there, albeit a loot of persuasion from the blokes who are doing the full...
The good news though is that I am back to the size I was when 25 and am back to eating as much sugar/chocolates and am loving it. Also, I find running 5 Kms or so, is enough to maintain this. Running the TAn or Albert lake circuit (both close to home now0 is also very pleasing to the eyes, as there is a lot of eye candy to be seen for both men and women when you run here.
My verdict...
Running medium distances is worth it to eat all those chocolates and lovely food. I love this method rather than give up. Also I like the runners high and enjoy seeing the shock on peoples faces when I tell them my real age... (most guess it to be at least 10 yrs lower)
So get out there to a nice park and go for it... because I am worth it (definitely better than Lo'real... )
Showing posts with label melbourne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label melbourne. Show all posts
Monday, September 1, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Why I love this place
I first came to Australia, rather Melbourne in March of 1987. since then we have lived and travelled extensively. I am a Nomad as the blog suggests, but yet when someone asks me where is home I say Melbourne. Often get asked "why". Guess here is an example of why.
This city has somehow managed to become a big city with a fair few small town characteristics. This Sundays incident is another example of the same.
The two of us, as is usual for the crazy nomads, went for our long run on Sunday morning. This meant running hard for an hour and a half or two. After the run, feeling very good about it, and in the smug knowledge that we still had two days of weekend ahead of us (it was a long weekend here) got home and after getting lunch ready, decided to have a nice soak to soothe the aching muscles. However, at the end of this had a minor slip in the bathtub, leading to a 2 cms long gash on the scalp on the left forehead, just at the start of the hairline.
Mr Nomad, checked that I was not concussed (by ensuring I knew what day it was etc) and then cut the hair out a bit to see how bad the damage was. I played it down and after cleaning it put on some savlon. However, when the blood kept seeping after an hour, and since it was very minute, refused to go to the 24 hour clinic and wait. As a compromise, hubby decided that we should walk into the chemist and ask their opinion. Did exactly this at the Epworth hospitals chemist which is about 3 mins walk. Here the pharmacist cleaned the wound with some disinfectant solution, and said, '... I think this is a bit deep and may need sutures' Initially she had said she would put on steri strips (a bandage type sutures) So she just gave me a swab, and said why don't you walk across to the hospital emergency. Now of course Mr Nomad would not agree to what I say, and we did exactly waht the pharmcist suggested. Before going, did ask the lady what we owed her (she had spent about 5 mins of her time and a vial of antiseptic some swabs etc...) her answer came pat, don't bother, its only about a dollar or so! I thought that's a pleasant surprise, Glad the materialistic world has not got caught up with Melbourne.
Then we walked to the emergency department, thinking hope there is not much of a wait. Epworth is a private hospital, which means that usually there is a charge of $200 for emergency. May be that had something to do with it, as there was no wait. The nurse asked me to come straight in. She had a look at the wound and said she can get the doctor to suture it up, or apply 'glue' This apparently is a new fang treatment, where they apply a polymer glue, when a cut is not too deep and long, but deep enough to need some assistance. I said, you tell me, so she said she would put the glue, and went away. In a couple of minutes she came back, and broke this tiny vial and applied it, and held the two side of the wound together for about 30 secs. The whole treatment took less than 2 mins.
Then came the pleasant surprise, she says, I cant charge you $200 for a couple of drops of glue, so just go, and don't worry about it. Just keep it dry for a couple of days, and the thing falls off in abut a week's time with normal washing.
It is good to see practical human values in action, rather than following process or being materialistic inst it. So now you can see why I love Melbourne, and though I like the whole wide world and will continue to travel and experience, will keep coming back here.
Good on you Melbourne/Mebournians, please don't ever change.
This city has somehow managed to become a big city with a fair few small town characteristics. This Sundays incident is another example of the same.
The two of us, as is usual for the crazy nomads, went for our long run on Sunday morning. This meant running hard for an hour and a half or two. After the run, feeling very good about it, and in the smug knowledge that we still had two days of weekend ahead of us (it was a long weekend here) got home and after getting lunch ready, decided to have a nice soak to soothe the aching muscles. However, at the end of this had a minor slip in the bathtub, leading to a 2 cms long gash on the scalp on the left forehead, just at the start of the hairline.
Mr Nomad, checked that I was not concussed (by ensuring I knew what day it was etc) and then cut the hair out a bit to see how bad the damage was. I played it down and after cleaning it put on some savlon. However, when the blood kept seeping after an hour, and since it was very minute, refused to go to the 24 hour clinic and wait. As a compromise, hubby decided that we should walk into the chemist and ask their opinion. Did exactly this at the Epworth hospitals chemist which is about 3 mins walk. Here the pharmacist cleaned the wound with some disinfectant solution, and said, '... I think this is a bit deep and may need sutures' Initially she had said she would put on steri strips (a bandage type sutures) So she just gave me a swab, and said why don't you walk across to the hospital emergency. Now of course Mr Nomad would not agree to what I say, and we did exactly waht the pharmcist suggested. Before going, did ask the lady what we owed her (she had spent about 5 mins of her time and a vial of antiseptic some swabs etc...) her answer came pat, don't bother, its only about a dollar or so! I thought that's a pleasant surprise, Glad the materialistic world has not got caught up with Melbourne.
Then we walked to the emergency department, thinking hope there is not much of a wait. Epworth is a private hospital, which means that usually there is a charge of $200 for emergency. May be that had something to do with it, as there was no wait. The nurse asked me to come straight in. She had a look at the wound and said she can get the doctor to suture it up, or apply 'glue' This apparently is a new fang treatment, where they apply a polymer glue, when a cut is not too deep and long, but deep enough to need some assistance. I said, you tell me, so she said she would put the glue, and went away. In a couple of minutes she came back, and broke this tiny vial and applied it, and held the two side of the wound together for about 30 secs. The whole treatment took less than 2 mins.
Then came the pleasant surprise, she says, I cant charge you $200 for a couple of drops of glue, so just go, and don't worry about it. Just keep it dry for a couple of days, and the thing falls off in abut a week's time with normal washing.
It is good to see practical human values in action, rather than following process or being materialistic inst it. So now you can see why I love Melbourne, and though I like the whole wide world and will continue to travel and experience, will keep coming back here.
Good on you Melbourne/Mebournians, please don't ever change.
Monday, January 14, 2008
First Supper
Well I was reading some of the blogs written by my now grown up nieces, Incessant Musings: Take Me Along! and decided to add to the blog world with my own stories..
However, like them, I do not have the patience to maintain multiple blogs...so am going to add my stories to this one. -----here it goes.
Everyone has heard of 'The last supper'. Why does no one write about the 'First Supper'? I think I know why. Here is the story of a young Indian vegetarian.... YB (Young Bride) is all excited. She is finally getting a chance to do what she has always wanted. Escape from the very loving, but old fashioned (read it orthodox and over protective) Tamil Brahmin household.. to the wide world . She is getting married to this bloke who claims his ambition in life is not to settle in one place. Ho what a great idea... I will just keep travelling.... The wedding is over, and she is off, her first flight ever to Delhi - to get the visa and stuff sorted out... All set now. The first adventure begins in Bali. YB arrives to this lovely hotel completely jet lagged with her loving caring new husband. he is all concerned, and excited himself. He is excited to have company at last, in a country where he was plagued on his previous visit...(more about that in a separate story) He is excited to see this young naive wife who thinks everything is awesome... and has childish appreciation. He is very satisfied, that he has found his soul mate ( so far so good says his brain). Then it starts. The first attempt to get food.
The young couple go to this Five Star hotel (where the husband was impressing his young wife) for a meal. YB... looks at the menu, and cant see anything without 'meat' in it. She looks woebegone, and says...
' DH, do you think they will have a special vegetarian menu?, there is nothing here'
DH says, "ho... I don’t think so, do you want to try meat? You know it is not that great, but sometimes when we travel to some countries you don’t have much else...'
She .. the ever open to new experience says.. 'OK what do you suggest?'
DH Well we can try the chicken... and if you don’t like it there is always desert...
The chicken arrives, she takes one bit... and chews, and chews and chews... before escaping to the loo to spit it out. DH eats away, (he is a young red blooded bloke who is always hungry)
The desert menu arrives, and YB pigs out on chcolotae cake and icecream...
They finally arrive to her new home in Melbourne, Australia. The Indian friends in Melbourne, want to feed the newly wed couple for the first few days. After a few tiring days, they get home and in true Tam Braham style decide that dinner will be just '’Thaayir Sadaam' The Thaayir (yoghurt) has already been bought from the supermarket. YB goes into the kitchen, she looks for the rice, finds it, the next thing she does is look for the 'cooker' . She is clever, she can cook rice with either a rice cooker, or a pressure cooker, but finds neither...
Calls out to DH, and says, where is the cooker, I cant cook rice!
DH ; Laughing out loud, why do you need a cooker?
YB :How can you cook rice?
DH : How long do you think cookers have been around...
YB : Ohh I don’t know about 100yrs?
DH : How long has rice been eaten...
YB: Hooo May be 10000... Well I don’t know all that, how can anyone cook rice without a cooker? (with a hint of tear in her eyes...)
Dh: Don’t worry, I will make it, and he does with just a regular saucepan. That night is saved...
The next week or so, DH cooks most days, and is feeling sorry for himself, as he now not only has to work, but come home and cook for the two of them, as the lovely wife will not eat out, as she wants 'vegetarian'. YB, herself is also bored, of the same old meal of Roti, Rajma, and Thaayir Saadam (the sum total of DH's culinary skills)
So two weeks down the line, She is now equipped with a cooker, and some Indian groceries, and decides to surprise DH. Tucked away in the pantry, is this little bottle labelled 'Sambaar powder' She remembers her mums 'podis' in their kitchen at home, and the times when mum had gone to temple, saying on her way out (Cooker is done, the vegies are cut, just make the sambaar, so grandma can eat... I will be late getting back)She thinks great I will make a simple south-indian meal, and makes a sambaar, and stir fried vegies (kari) and rice.
She has the table all set beautifully and awaits DH to arrive. Sure enough he is impressed, and after the general appreciation of the place setting and love... etc sit down to 'The first Supper' DH is hungry as always and is through his first course of sambaar/rice and has started on Thaayir Sadaam, when he realises that YB is very quiet and has hardly had a spoonful... This DH already knows is not normal, for one-thing our YB is not is shy/quiet So he thinks ohh..ohh poor thing is home sick... and starts asking 'yennama enna achu... (what's it dear, what's wrong?)', and
YB comes back "How can you eat this Shit?'
PS : There was quite a bit spent on phone bills where the YB (now the not so young nomadic couple) learnt that spices after a couple of years (that sambaar powder was two years old) loose all flavour and are akin to sand... Also, she realised she had to learn cooking and has done so, with some help from the very loving family of older siblings and parents, who spoilt her all through....
However, like them, I do not have the patience to maintain multiple blogs...so am going to add my stories to this one. -----here it goes.
Everyone has heard of 'The last supper'. Why does no one write about the 'First Supper'? I think I know why. Here is the story of a young Indian vegetarian.... YB (Young Bride) is all excited. She is finally getting a chance to do what she has always wanted. Escape from the very loving, but old fashioned (read it orthodox and over protective) Tamil Brahmin household.. to the wide world . She is getting married to this bloke who claims his ambition in life is not to settle in one place. Ho what a great idea... I will just keep travelling.... The wedding is over, and she is off, her first flight ever to Delhi - to get the visa and stuff sorted out... All set now. The first adventure begins in Bali. YB arrives to this lovely hotel completely jet lagged with her loving caring new husband. he is all concerned, and excited himself. He is excited to have company at last, in a country where he was plagued on his previous visit...(more about that in a separate story) He is excited to see this young naive wife who thinks everything is awesome... and has childish appreciation. He is very satisfied, that he has found his soul mate ( so far so good says his brain). Then it starts. The first attempt to get food.
The young couple go to this Five Star hotel (where the husband was impressing his young wife) for a meal. YB... looks at the menu, and cant see anything without 'meat' in it. She looks woebegone, and says...
' DH, do you think they will have a special vegetarian menu?, there is nothing here'
DH says, "ho... I don’t think so, do you want to try meat? You know it is not that great, but sometimes when we travel to some countries you don’t have much else...'
She .. the ever open to new experience says.. 'OK what do you suggest?'
DH Well we can try the chicken... and if you don’t like it there is always desert...
The chicken arrives, she takes one bit... and chews, and chews and chews... before escaping to the loo to spit it out. DH eats away, (he is a young red blooded bloke who is always hungry)
The desert menu arrives, and YB pigs out on chcolotae cake and icecream...
They finally arrive to her new home in Melbourne, Australia. The Indian friends in Melbourne, want to feed the newly wed couple for the first few days. After a few tiring days, they get home and in true Tam Braham style decide that dinner will be just '’Thaayir Sadaam' The Thaayir (yoghurt) has already been bought from the supermarket. YB goes into the kitchen, she looks for the rice, finds it, the next thing she does is look for the 'cooker' . She is clever, she can cook rice with either a rice cooker, or a pressure cooker, but finds neither...
Calls out to DH, and says, where is the cooker, I cant cook rice!
DH ; Laughing out loud, why do you need a cooker?
YB :How can you cook rice?
DH : How long do you think cookers have been around...
YB : Ohh I don’t know about 100yrs?
DH : How long has rice been eaten...
YB: Hooo May be 10000... Well I don’t know all that, how can anyone cook rice without a cooker? (with a hint of tear in her eyes...)
Dh: Don’t worry, I will make it, and he does with just a regular saucepan. That night is saved...
The next week or so, DH cooks most days, and is feeling sorry for himself, as he now not only has to work, but come home and cook for the two of them, as the lovely wife will not eat out, as she wants 'vegetarian'. YB, herself is also bored, of the same old meal of Roti, Rajma, and Thaayir Saadam (the sum total of DH's culinary skills)
So two weeks down the line, She is now equipped with a cooker, and some Indian groceries, and decides to surprise DH. Tucked away in the pantry, is this little bottle labelled 'Sambaar powder' She remembers her mums 'podis' in their kitchen at home, and the times when mum had gone to temple, saying on her way out (Cooker is done, the vegies are cut, just make the sambaar, so grandma can eat... I will be late getting back)She thinks great I will make a simple south-indian meal, and makes a sambaar, and stir fried vegies (kari) and rice.
She has the table all set beautifully and awaits DH to arrive. Sure enough he is impressed, and after the general appreciation of the place setting and love... etc sit down to 'The first Supper' DH is hungry as always and is through his first course of sambaar/rice and has started on Thaayir Sadaam, when he realises that YB is very quiet and has hardly had a spoonful... This DH already knows is not normal, for one-thing our YB is not is shy/quiet So he thinks ohh..ohh poor thing is home sick... and starts asking 'yennama enna achu... (what's it dear, what's wrong?)', and
YB comes back "How can you eat this Shit?'
PS : There was quite a bit spent on phone bills where the YB (now the not so young nomadic couple) learnt that spices after a couple of years (that sambaar powder was two years old) loose all flavour and are akin to sand... Also, she realised she had to learn cooking and has done so, with some help from the very loving family of older siblings and parents, who spoilt her all through....
Friday, November 2, 2007
Our new Lifestyle
Well have not been on any trips since getting back to Melbourne in February. The thought of updating the blog with travels done in the past felt like trying to sell old wares...
So the blog is now changing tracks and I will update on the experience of buying our new home. We landed in February, with thoughts of rolling up into one of the places for sale and picking up a inner city life style,with all this cash ready to invest, from the sale of the farm 4 years ago. This was the naive nomads, who had not kept up to date with Melbourne Australia!
First step was, do up our project needs... have to be close to city (within 30 Min's max door to door , and no driving) That ruled out any suburb more than 5 Ks away. Next decision was Apartment or House? What better way to check out than live in an apartment to see what is good. So we moved into this swish all steel and glass modern monolith on the edge of the Yarra, aptly called 'Yarra's Edge' A lovely apartment up on the 9th floor with a living room and two beds, all over looking the Yarra river and the CBD (central business district) Also decide to go for the fully furnished one, so I can buy what I want when I eventually buy my pace (forward thinking... smirk smirk) First couple of weekends realised that we prefer a Town house or independent house at least with a small courtyard of our own. Saw about a million places (at least felt like that) and were disappointed Most where these vertical matchbox towers of there levels of small rooms going one over the other... That is if we wanted to buy something within our location constraints, that was modern and within the cash we had.
The the rude awakening. we went to some of the places that looked quite nice, and mad me think 'I can live here' and guess what these 30 year old's were bidding furiously and buying million dollar homes without a Care in the world. Then I wondered how come these guys can afford it and us , both of us 'seemingly successful IT professionals' think we cant. Then I did one of those 'see how much you can barrow' forms from a bank and staggered of my chair. The banks do really like to give away money these day is what I found. The staggering amount that came back at me when I put in our earning was '2,230000' I said, hang on that's way too much. I don't think you should be giving me this much cash... It also made me realise that I had to 'up my budget' if I wanted to buy something I would like. So did a lot of pondering, and decide to have shift in paradigm
Till now, the last 20 yrs of my working Life, I have always borrowed (two home loans) with the idea of paying it off within a few years... Not worrying about what the place will appreciate etc. NOW is the time to change the thinking. So long as I buy something that will gain capital in 3 to 4 yrs, we are OK to borrow, and NOT PAY IT OFF. Quite a radical shift of thinking for me a good old Tam Brham brought up with the doctrine 'Loan is bad, very very bad' . So there it goes, now we started looking at places and bidding for them.. Lost two of them, because they were nice but did not want to pay beyond the 'technical value' as out buyers agent explained to us. Yes lost out on million dollar homes...
Finally I saw this beaut in Richmond and knew this was US. One look inside and I knew I had to have this one. It was a tick in every box. Close to city (2K), close to the river (1K), close to shops etc. and close to the cricketing mecca of the world MCG, making it perfect for the other half as well. As he put it, if 'dhoni' hits a 6 we can catch it at home! So here goes our experience on Auction day
We arrived there, with our buyers agent. Discussed it and said how far we will go. The bidding started and even before our guy opened his mouth it had crossed the amount I was hoping I will get it for. It was fiercely wanted by 4 people. Guess I was not the only one who fell in love with the place. Our agent tells us that's good news as it means there is a good market for it, and it will appreciate even more... Finally
its just two of us bidding, and I could see the other guy wanting it but not wanting to stretch himself, saying 'no' standing on foot, changing on to another, saying what the hell and raising the bid by another '500' or '100o' as the Auctioneer kept at him, to not loose it... I was tempted to call out, stop, he is not interested... Finally after this went on for what seemed like about 5 hrs ( actually 15 Min's) and 20,000 dollars more of humming and hawing from our opponent, we GOT it. And what did we get for this fight, here it is see it for your self and decide.. This house was built first in 1900 hence the frontage. But do not let this fool you. The inside with lots of wood and skylight making it a wonderful living room. Plan is to leave the central part all empty to have enough room to swing your hips and dance ! 
So the blog is now changing tracks and I will update on the experience of buying our new home. We landed in February, with thoughts of rolling up into one of the places for sale and picking up a inner city life style,with all this cash ready to invest, from the sale of the farm 4 years ago. This was the naive nomads, who had not kept up to date with Melbourne Australia!
First step was, do up our project needs... have to be close to city (within 30 Min's max door to door , and no driving) That ruled out any suburb more than 5 Ks away. Next decision was Apartment or House? What better way to check out than live in an apartment to see what is good. So we moved into this swish all steel and glass modern monolith on the edge of the Yarra, aptly called 'Yarra's Edge' A lovely apartment up on the 9th floor with a living room and two beds, all over looking the Yarra river and the CBD (central business district) Also decide to go for the fully furnished one, so I can buy what I want when I eventually buy my pace (forward thinking... smirk smirk) First couple of weekends realised that we prefer a Town house or independent house at least with a small courtyard of our own. Saw about a million places (at least felt like that) and were disappointed Most where these vertical matchbox towers of there levels of small rooms going one over the other... That is if we wanted to buy something within our location constraints, that was modern and within the cash we had.
The the rude awakening. we went to some of the places that looked quite nice, and mad me think 'I can live here' and guess what these 30 year old's were bidding furiously and buying million dollar homes without a Care in the world. Then I wondered how come these guys can afford it and us , both of us 'seemingly successful IT professionals' think we cant. Then I did one of those 'see how much you can barrow' forms from a bank and staggered of my chair. The banks do really like to give away money these day is what I found. The staggering amount that came back at me when I put in our earning was '2,230000' I said, hang on that's way too much. I don't think you should be giving me this much cash... It also made me realise that I had to 'up my budget' if I wanted to buy something I would like. So did a lot of pondering, and decide to have shift in paradigm
Till now, the last 20 yrs of my working Life, I have always borrowed (two home loans) with the idea of paying it off within a few years... Not worrying about what the place will appreciate etc. NOW is the time to change the thinking. So long as I buy something that will gain capital in 3 to 4 yrs, we are OK to borrow, and NOT PAY IT OFF. Quite a radical shift of thinking for me a good old Tam Brham brought up with the doctrine 'Loan is bad, very very bad' . So there it goes, now we started looking at places and bidding for them.. Lost two of them, because they were nice but did not want to pay beyond the 'technical value' as out buyers agent explained to us. Yes lost out on million dollar homes...
Finally I saw this beaut in Richmond and knew this was US. One look inside and I knew I had to have this one. It was a tick in every box. Close to city (2K), close to the river (1K), close to shops etc. and close to the cricketing mecca of the world MCG, making it perfect for the other half as well. As he put it, if 'dhoni' hits a 6 we can catch it at home! So here goes our experience on Auction day
We arrived there, with our buyers agent. Discussed it and said how far we will go. The bidding started and even before our guy opened his mouth it had crossed the amount I was hoping I will get it for. It was fiercely wanted by 4 people. Guess I was not the only one who fell in love with the place. Our agent tells us that's good news as it means there is a good market for it, and it will appreciate even more... Finally
its just two of us bidding, and I could see the other guy wanting it but not wanting to stretch himself, saying 'no' standing on foot, changing on to another, saying what the hell and raising the bid by another '500' or '100o' as the Auctioneer kept at him, to not loose it... I was tempted to call out, stop, he is not interested... Finally after this went on for what seemed like about 5 hrs ( actually 15 Min's) and 20,000 dollars more of humming and hawing from our opponent, we GOT it. And what did we get for this fight, here it is see it for your self and decide.. This house was built first in 1900 hence the frontage. But do not let this fool you. The inside with lots of wood and skylight making it a wonderful living room. Plan is to leave the central part all empty to have enough room to swing your hips and dance ! The upstairs has a retreat, and 
bedroom, allowing enough space for my yoga and weights training etc. Am sure I will have a great time there. Now I need to furnish the place as well as it is now! Last of all my very own courtyard with place for pots a plenty
bedroom, allowing enough space for my yoga and weights training etc. Am sure I will have a great time there. Now I need to furnish the place as well as it is now! Last of all my very own courtyard with place for pots a plenty 
Tempted to visit us now. cant wait to move in there. Come December we will be there...
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