Maybe it was chance or maybe it was fate, but the first thing I lived in this house already fooled me and I dreamed in a long retreat living these sensations every afternoon. It was 15:30 a.m. and fishing boats were peeking out in the distance that returned to port after their long workday, accompanied by a court of seagulls hoping to get some easy prey. A sailboat that went sailing, perhaps to watch the sunset from the sea or perhaps in search of a new port. A sky planted with white wakes and a changing sea of indigos, celestials and turquoises. A beautiful painting. A fairytale. An image that Sorolla himself would not have hesitated to capture on his canvases.
To be taken into account:
House completely private, sheltered from curious eyes of neighbors.
The plot adjoins the natural park and marine reserve of Cape San Antonio