The Humble Rota Abode

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- Excuse the hastily thrown on blankets and un-fluffed throw pillows. It was a long day then and I barely had any energy to fix the living room.

Rent in Rota is pretty expensive to come by – if you’re not Spanish that is. Rumors are that prices can get jacked up to about triple of what they usually are whenever foreigners would look for places to stay in. Fortunately for us, we had a Spanish friend who was more than willing to help us out with her contacts and not to mention translation skills.


We scored a 2 bedroom apartment along Calle Progreso for about 600 euros a month, utilities included. From my understanding, the longer you rent a place, the cheaper it is. Landlords usually have fixed daily rates that can go up to 100 euros a day and are only willing to negotiate if you rent for at least a month. 

One of the things I loved the most about our apartment was our proximity. We were about a 10 minute walk from base and just a 15 minute walk to the “city square” where all the restaurants and cafes were. The beaches were unbelievably close by as well and I loved taking a stroll whenever I had the chance. 

Granted of course that we never really walked going in and out of the base, parking was sort of an issue we soon became used to. Since our apartment didn’t have a garage we found ourselves parking either along the nearby streets, or if we were unlucky, at a parking slot near a club – the walk could get pretty steep too, so that alone was a workout.

But I guess that’s one of the pros of getting a European rental. With a little determination and a lot of peering into both the rearview and side mirrors, we soon began to realize that small cars can fit even in the tightest of spaces. 


To be honest, the kitchen had to be one of my happy places in our apartment. It had such a lovely shade of blue, something I never thought I’d actually appreciate in my kitchen.

I always thought I’d like neutral colors or wooden elements more.Oddly enough, I even found myself growing fond of the tablecloth – I guess I hit the “nesting” mode pretty hard. 

I also loved how it was so easy to move around in the kitchen and how I had tons of space to put extra bowls or plates nearby whenever I was cooking. 

There were only 2 things in our kitchen that I couldn’t quite stand. One is the laundry machine found on the bottom left corner and the other is that adorable little kettle that we’d use to make coffee. Really, my only problem with the kettle is that it lacked a rubber piece in it. It basically spilled all over the induction stove every time we’d use it. But aside from that, I was completely in love with it. I might even buy one the next time I’m back in Spain. 

The washer though, is a completely different story. Now, I like doing laundry. I’m weird, I know. I like piling the clothes inside the machine, hitting a switch, watching my clothes go around, and waiting for it to finish by killing time on Snapchat or writing articles. Our machine though, had other plans. 

First off, I couldn’t understand the knobs and the timer was driving me crazy. It took me two failed laundry attempts to finally understand that the numbers found on the said ‘timer’ were actually settings a.k.a they weren’t minutes that had passed. Once I got it right, then came the drying part. Europeans usually dry their clothes old school, with the clothes hung over a piece of rope found on the balconies. I tried to follow suit but found that our clothes were either (a) rained on while I was out or (b) blown off the rope even after being pinned down with pegs. 


Finally, I decided that it was all just too much work and went on to doing my laundry on base. It just made everything so much easier. Seriously, guys, I have never been that grateful to see a laundromat on base before.

Also I can’t believe I talked that much about laundry. Cue adulthood.

Speaking of adulthood, here’s one of the breakfasts I made once we settled in. Never thought I’d be so happy to have an egg over easy on a bed of salad.