Backing up a few days to when Costa and his love arrived to stay with me for a few weeks. When they had left in early January, I was in the early stages of thinking about buying a piece of land. Much has happened for the three of us in these few weeks and it felt darn good to take them over there straight from the airport.
The guys had left for the day so we could roam around the building site in the quiet of the late afternoon.
I showed them everything, shared my vision, my fears too.
Within minutes, Costa questioned the funny little jutting bathroom area, the one I drew on the piece of paper in order to bring some light to the room. "That's the shower, right?" he asked. "Well, no. That's the sink area." I answered. Then I explained about the bringing-in-light idea. "Hmmm... seems like it would make a great shower," he said again. And just like that, I saw the shower. How I missed it before, I am not sure. That's the magic of extra eyes and minds, I suppose. So, yes, a walk-in shower - with a window. A little unconventional but why not? Of course, the plumbing would have to be adjusted (could it be adjusted?) and I couldn't wait to bring that up to Jorge the next morning.
Next, as we all marveled at the beauty of the view through the big studio's window, it also became clear that we couldn't block that view (it looks out onto the "green belt" area that is slated to not be built on) and so the car gate was going to have to be re-thought. More to talk about with Jorge in the morning.
As we left, it occurred to me how good it felt to have them there, how alone I had really been on this whole project so far. Not a bad/lonely kind of alone, but the kind of alone the contrast of which I suddenly relished. It made me wonder what else I had missed.
That night I barely slept with the anticipation of talking with Jorge about the changes in the morning.
I was back at the house early and of sure enough, he told me that yes, it could all be done.