Here are the final views from my one-bedroom apartment which I vacated on Friday the 13th — reluctantly. I hope to find another one just like it when I return at the end of the summer holidays.
I love the brightness from the high ceilings and tall windows.
The kitchen is compact. One is a chef, but two cooks in the kitchen? A squeeze.
Keep the front door open to let the trade winds blow through the apartment.
I am missing it while I am traveling from west to east and then west again.