Our 'private' kitchen: we decided to put it on the second floor, and I knew I wanted a small balcony out to the street.
Cútar is a small village. But my kitchen is on the 2nd floor. Pilar cooks across the alley, and often we do the dishes at the same times. Her mom, Getrudis, watches soap operas- novelas - during siesta.
The doors and the reeling for the balcony was bought used, the pink high chair remind me of the traces of pink we found in the old ceiling. It's been sitting out all winter. I should oil the seat again.