Sometimes, from way up here in this other world and different climate, surrounded by long-familiar objects and people and sounds, occupied with tasks I've done a thousand times before -- sometimes, Casa Luz de Luna seems like only a dream.
It's a good thing I took all those pictures for you, so I can look at them and re-imagine rough steps under my feet, sun and plaster dust on my skin, the feel of solid concrete against my palm.
And it's a very good thing I have my neighbor Curt, with his shiny brand new camera and his generous offer to be the on-site chronicler while I am away.
Curt sent me a lovely big batch of photos a few days ago along with permission to use them here. Yesterday, I received several more in an email from El Arqui. Which means I have things to show you, and pieces to see for the first time myself.
Here's the master bedroom, all tiled, looking in from its terrace...
(While going through boxes the other day, I came across an old New Yorker cartoon by the wonderful George Booth, of two very old ladies on a park bench, clutching their pocketbooks. One is saying to the other, "I'm not Spanish, but every afternoon about one-thirty I go upstairs and lie down awhile.")
Out back, the colored cement stairs are nearly finished.
Behind the pool, the wall drops about eight feet to the garden level, where workers are busy leveling the dirt. A lot of dirt has ended up down there over the course of construction. One of the issues I discussed with Arqui in a long phone call this week was what to do with all the extra, and how much good planting soil we'll need to bring in for all the garden areas.
As is our habit, I left my Vonage phone with Arqui so our calls are "local". It's not unusual for us to talk for two or three hours a week while I'm in Seattle, and this week was no exception. He gives me a progress report and asks me for decisions on this and that. I mention whatever has been on my mind. (This week I'd had an idea about the powder room floor, which led us to a complete change of mind on what we're doing with pavers and stepping stones all over the property.)
And of course, I get the news, both good and bad. This time it was mostly good. The roof tiles were delivered (after they brought in another truck to offload the tiles from the truck that broke on its way to the house...).
Julian and Lupe have finished the guest room shower.
So, they're protecting the copper kitchen sink, that's good. The front wall is underway and we re-sized the gate. We're still waiting for Salvage Guy to find the door to replace the good one he lost for the master bedroom.
Meanwhile, between phone calls, I'm emailing Arqui about the water purification system, voltage regulators, and the design for the iron arches above the studio doors.
I'm not Spanish, but I think I'll go upstairs and lie down awhile, see whether this dream continues.