Our House Hunting Experiences in Andalucia Southern Spain

We fell in love with a property in Montefrio Granada. We checked by phone if it was still for sale, flew out two days later only to find it had been sold six months architects in Maine! The company was www.propertynetworkspain.com … it is hard to find an excuse for their trying to mislead us into traveling halfway across europe for a house that had been sold six months previously, fortunately I had found www.parapandaproperties.com in the same town who advised me that they thought the property was no longer on the market. The only thing saving Property Network Spain is that properties in Spain are often advertised by a number of different agents and there is a chance they did not know that this property in Montefrio had been sold for six months! They do have an office in this small town but it is possible that they were not aware …
The www.parapandaproperties.com agent Alan Russell said that they had a house Casa Pipi for sale in Montefrio and they sent me the details. It looked wonderful, rustic beams, garden, pretty shuttered windows, wonderful views so we flew out.
Alan kindly met us at Malaga airport (quite a trek from Montefrio …full marks to this pleasant Scotsman) he drove us through increasingly barren yet beautiful Andalucian countryside. It was September ’03 and there had been no rain since April … We arrived nearly two hours later in Montefrio, a very beautiful town, with a castle on the hill towering above the white pueblo and a magnificent round church in the town centre, which is one of the most serene and atmospheric buildings I have had the pleasure to stand in. After a tostada and coffee Alan drove us to our latest Andalucian dream house … Casa Pipi. Which in reality was a ramshackle hovel, the journey to the house was a series of seriously steep switchback bends. If anyone had been coming in the other direction reversing back would have been difficult for either party.
We entered the house, there was a pipe sticking out of the floor, we were assured it was a temporary problem and that the mains water pipe would be buried out of sight very soon! No problemo!
There were two gypsy women Mother and daughter, attempting to do their washing in the kitchen (the owners!). The machine was in the middle of the floor washing and clothes everywhere, this perhaps explained the pipe sticking up by the front door!
We had requested to be allowed to stay in the house for a few days to get a feel for the place. We were to pay a small rent if we did not buy else the stay was to be free. Despite numerous phone calls and assurances this had been agreed and sorted with the owners the presence of the two gypsies and their washing told us we were not really expected. I was already getting shivers down my spine telling me to get out fast … I’ve heard about houses giving off vibes I was feeling them for real and it wasn’t pleasant … but before I could run to the front door we were taken to the beautiful landscaped and fenced garden. The agent had been specifically asked if this area was fenced and suitable for three border collies! The neighbours wall was about to collapse into the garden which was no more than an unfenced building site. The steps into the outdoor building site space/garden were crumbling and very unsafe. Figs were dropping and rotting in huge piles all over the so called patio, all I could hear was a previously very quiet inner voice shouting GET OUT OF HERE!
There was a family listening to a stereo (full blast!) in the street which was right outside the pretty shuttered bedroom window. The chestnut beams on the internet pictures were bent and cracked, I learnt what rustic meant from this house! The view was only good if you leaned out of one particular window. The area was impoverished and very untidy. Accessible by trained rally drivers only in 4×4 vehicles! We left, fast .. a angry looking four year old boy in a Barcelona football shirt gave me a drop dead look as we left, very disconcerting from such a small child, I hope we never meet again when he’s older!
We went back to the Parapanda Properties shop, Alan found us an excellent apartment to stay in and drove us there with our bags.
We did eventually find a dream property in Montefrio. After the let down in the (corra) gypsy area of town, We decided the town wasn’t for us and we decided to view some country properties. The first was down a track through the local rubbish dump ( not a good start )and it got worse, the track twisting up and down boulder strewn it was an amazing experience. The house was isolated and being worked on by a team of builders. The price had gone up considerably from that advertised in the agents shop as renovations had started. I did like the isolation but Jane wasn’t having any of it. Looking back this was a wise decision!
Next we were taken to another larger cortijo with a well fenced garden of about 2000sq meters, there was a fig tree, lots of unpruned olives and a water well. The house needed a new roof (not urgently) but a bathroom extension had not been built properly and was moving away from the house. This needed demolishing and rebuilding. There were a few disconcerting cracks in walls but Paco (the builder) assured us these were ‘no problemo’ so we put down a 2% deposit before we left.
The owner of the cortijo was an elderly lady and her son Gregorio was selling it for her. The title deed (Yes there was one!!) also had about 60,000sqm of land on it but they only wanted to sell the house and the 2,000sqm in the ‘compound’ as we called it, as the barbed wire top fence had a Stalag 19 feel about it. So they we going to apply to the town hall for a legal segregation. Our lawyer said ‘no problemo’, Paco said ‘no problemo’ Alan the estate agent said ‘no problemo’ The Montefrio Ayuntamiento (Town Hall) Architect said ‘mucho problemo’ then ‘no problemo’ (we celebrated) .. then two days later ‘mucho problemo’ and after a roller coaster ride for over two months we pulled out after segregation was not granted. Our cheque for 2% was never cashed. the estate agent being honest but a little naive about dealing with town hall architects and what is and isn’t irrigated land. (a well does not an irrigation system maketh … pipes and pumps are also needed!)
He did drive us from Malaga airport to Montefrio and back! Quite a trek! He was also very pleasant to deal with via e-mail. On the downside Casa Pipi did not live up to his description. Numerous phone calls had assured us we could stay there during our visit. The gypsy women and their washing told us this request had not been relayed to the owners as we were told it had been.

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