Hey everyone, it’s Anna and Luke here! Mum and Dad thought it’d be fun to let us take over the blog for this one. We’re not sure if that was a smart move on their part, but here we are, giving you the real story behind this whole villa-hunting adventure.
Because let’s be honest—Mum’s Instagram makes it look like sunsets, tapas, and dreamy villas. The reality? A lot of driving, a lot of waiting around while grown-ups talk about things that don’t matter, and way too many houses that smell like old socks.
Villa Number Three: The “Fixer-Upper”
We arrived full of hope. Dad called it a “potential project”, which we quickly realized was code for “should probably be demolished”.
The second we walked in, we were hit with a weird smell. Mum said it was “just damp.” Luke said it was definitely ghosts. The walls had cracks you could fit your hand through (Luke actually tried, and Mum definitely didn’t think that was funny). The pool? Oh, you mean the hole in the ground filled with weeds?
Mum was trying to be positive, pointing out how “charming” the old wooden doors were. Meanwhile, Dad was muttering something about “structural integrity.” We weren’t sticking around to find out if the place would collapse around us. Hard no.
Villa Number Four: The “Ultra-Modern Box”
This one was the opposite. Brand new, super sleek, and full of stuff that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi movie.
Luke loved it because it had a cinema room. I loved it because of the rooftop terrace (future sunbathing goals).
But then Mum said it felt “cold.” Not temperature cold—just, you know, lifeless. Dad agreed, saying it felt more like a corporate retreat than a family home. And the worst part? It was nowhere near the beach. Luke’s cinema room dreams were crushed. Next!
Villa Number Five: The “Close-But-No-Cigar”
This one? Actually not bad.
It had a garden full of orange trees, a pool that didn’t look haunted, and a vibe that even Mum and Dad agreed felt right. Mum’s face lit up the second we walked in, and Dad didn’t immediately start poking at the walls looking for hidden disasters. A promising sign.
Then Luke tried the Wi-Fi. And it was terrible. Like, couldn’t even load YouTube levels of bad.
I also noticed that the bedrooms were tiny—not ideal for when I eventually bring my friends over for summer visits (Mum says I should focus on school, but priorities, right?).
Dad started talking about how much it would cost to “run proper cables” for better Wi-Fi. We all knew what that meant. Goodbye, villa.
Lessons from the Road
After way too many house viewings, we’ve learned a few things:
- Pools are non-negotiable. But, like, actual pools. Not just holes in the ground.
- Wi-Fi is life. No Wi-Fi = no deal. Simple.
- Parents care about weird things. Mum and Dad talk about “potential” and “structure” while we’re imagining pool parties and gaming nights.
- Snacks are essential. House hunting without snacks is a rookie mistake. Always bring snacks.
What’s Next?
Mum says she’s feeling hopeful. Luke and I are sceptical. But, okay, we’ll admit—it is kind of cool seeing all these different houses. Even if most of them are disappointing. At least we’re getting a better idea of what we don’t want, which Mum says is “just as important.”
So, that’s the latest from us. We’ll update you when (or if) we finally find The One. Until then, wish us luck… and Wi-Fi.