Mi casa es su casa

The adventure's got to start with finding una casa. Or even a casita! Here's the view from my hotel in Vallarta last year:

When I finally got to the hotel after the flight, the stress of work still clinging to my edges, I saw this and said ahhhhh! and in the next breath I may never leave. The view is crucial. The view feeds my dreams and my writing. It both calms and excites.

Here's the view from my apartment in Maine:

The ocean is right behind that hotel across the street. When it storms, I can hear the crashing of the waves if I stand on the porch. I compromised with this one. Because if I'm going to live on the coast again, I need to be able to see the ocean!

And have a veranda. On this veranda, with the waves below, I can see myself kissing, mmm, making love to a dark-haired man. Having my tea in the morning. Writing. A veranda is a must!

I did come across an amazing house - 3 bedrooms, garden, in a traditional Mexican neighborhood - for a song. BUT...no ocean view!

I can just hear the birds in this garden and my neighbor's music dancing over the wall!

But I have to hold out for the view. Right? I will land the big fish of the place with the view for a reasonable (starving artist) price!

Hey, you out there: what do you think?

p.s. I have a follower now. Whoo hoo!