The colonial homes of Granada have secrets. Lush courtyards, cool plunge pools, fountains, and art. In their shade, old men in rocking chairs nod you a "buen dia." (It's how they say it here.) Their wives might look up from embroidery and smile.
I’m a four-season guy. Do I love warm weather and wading in crystal-blue water with a cold beer? Yes, I do. And I like spending a chunk of winter in the “eternal summer” of the tropics, clad in short-sleeved shirts and flip flops.
You step from your dining room onto a large balcony. It’s warm out—short-sleeves only—and the sun is dipping behind forest-clad mountains. Cut-stone steps lead down to your cobbled courtyard and from there your split-level garden. Your orchard’s looking good: Lemon, fig, olive, avocado, and cherry trees laden with fruit. Maybe now’s the time to fire Read more...: Buy from $70,000 in the ”Oxford” of Portugal