So the sale of Casa Azul went ahead. Not without a few minor issues: we had to stop the proceedings to collect the original copy of the habitation licence. At the council the woman behind the desk couldn’t find it, are we sure it was ready to be picked up today? A phone call later and she finds the precious document in a different in-tray. It is received with sweaty palms. And then the notary insists we arrange a meeting…
“The collection or sequence of forms and procedures required to gain bureaucratic approval for something, especially when oppressively complex and time-consuming.” The key phrase here being oppressively complex. We have been used to Portuguese bureaucracy since our arrival, and one thing we have learnt is that whenever you go anywhere to get anything done you take all the documents you own about everything. Whether it was getting married, obtaining Portuguese citizenship, renewing our driving licence, updating the size of our…
Another three weeks, another giant leap forward. Despite most of our photos showing blue skies it has been quite rainy this month, with some torrential downpours. Fortunately, these have been mainly over the weekends so the workmen have been able to crack on. And summer rain, in case we need to remind ourselves, is one of the reasons why we moved up here. So this was the last blog stage: And now? Well, Richard has made this nifty vid of…