Hang your sun hat at this stunning 400-square-meter villa set on a private gated plot of 2,000 square meters with a private pool (4m x 9m), a multi-level garden, aspacious patio with16 sun loungers, and a covered outdoor dining and kitchen area with a barbecue.
Step inside your Ibiza paradise to find a fully equipped kitchen, a dining room with seating for 14 guests, and a welcoming living room with Canal+ TV, a DVD player, and an iPod dock. There is also an additional games room with a second TV, DVD player, a stereo, and a PlayStation console.
The ground floor features two bedrooms: (1) king bed with an ensuite bathroom, TV, and a private balcony, (2) queen bed with a TV, and a private balcony.
The villa requires a minimum stay 7 nights fromMay to October, with a mandatory changeover day of Saturday.
The listed prices includes towels, linens, and air conditioning in the living room and bedrooms. Extra beds are available for 20 euros per day. Cots are available for 10 euros per day, and high chairs can be rented for 5 euros per stay. Cleaning and laundry services are available for select properties and for an additional fee. Please inquire for more information and pricing. Heating is available during winter months for select properties only.
Are you one of those folks who's too busy making ends meet to do anything truly effective about our collective plight? If you are, and whilst I honestly sympathise with your condition, I feel bound to alert you to the error of your way. Sure it's noble and right within our current 'my own little world' mindset, but I'm not sure your children and grandchildren will thank you for it in the long run.
If the majority of us are subscribed to hell on a handcart living, where we quietly hope things will get better - you know, the creation of a fair and sustainable society and planet - how do we logically stand a chance of it ever happening? You've surely heard that definition of insanity atributed to Einstein and Benjamin Franklin - "doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results"?
Cleary, we don't stand a chance if good people - those who are bright enough to see that five planets into one won't go - do little more than change their brand of coffee and recycle the odd tin.
I recognise that denial and despair are the almost inevitable two-step that confront anyone who sees what I'm saying, not as a guilt-trip, but as a heads up (ostrich joke). Faced by the dynamic duo of climate change and peak oil, who wouldn't want to run and hide, or at least turn and walk in the opposite direction as if nothing is wrong?
But believe me, there is a positive and resourceful space beyond denial and despair and my guess is that the forty days and nights that earlier eco-pioneers have suffered, will be eased as more of us wake up and smell the true impact of coffee, rather than just switching brands at the retail equivalent of assisted suicide - the supermarket. It'll get easier as more break ranks from the 40-year industrialised plan of keeping one's head above water in the hope of a happy retirement (you can forget that anyway - the pension funds are empty).
It seems that we are like sea creatures that close in a flash when troubled by the consequences of how we're living. Peak oil is a great example. David Korten says: "Without oil, much of the capital infrastructure underlying modern life becomes an unusable asset, including the infrastructure of suburbia, the global trading system and the industrial food production, processing and distribution system." (More...)
That's enough to close your mind isn't it? And if you were to embrace the message, by auditing your current oil dependency, wouldn't that make you so scared, that you'd quickly return to business-as-usual, and hope that the government and scientists are working out the answer for you (please God)? Do you think your MP even knows what peak oil is? He's in his own little world too, with the same stupid bills to pay.
What if you took the Jack Nicholson approach? In the movie, The Departed, when he's told someone is dying he responds: "We all are. Act accordingly."
Thing is, it's not just that we are all dying (I'm not being morbid, all bodies die, remember); we're taking it a step further and are actually killing ourselves (OK, I'm being morbid a bit). But it's true right?
Do you think being too busy paying bills is acting accordingly? Of course it isn't. Wake up, wise up and realise that the world our parents passed on to us in their oil-based ignorance, can be re-arranged for the benefit of those who'll inevitably get it from us. But it's down to YOU!
In essence, we (in our industrialised 'civilisations') cannot continue to live the way we do, and expect to survive; the way we live is actually killing us. "I'm too busy," "I don't believe it" or "I've got bills to pay" are no longer logical (or morally defensible) responses, if we want to give future generations a life worth living. And forget the people in power. They will not save you and sort this mess out; they are part of the problem. So what are YOU doing about it?
Job-based living and our primary pursuit of money is a disease afflicting and killing the human spirit. From cradle to grave, human life is now commoditised to such an extent that we are seriously (I'd say terminally) sick – at the very least physically, mentally, emotionally, educationally and socially. This way of life works only some of the time for some of the people – it's insane. We should change it. Who could deny that we have lost our way?
So what am I doing? Basically, I'll be creating a more resilient, self-sufficient and sustainable local lifestyle (before I – before ALL of us - are forced to do so by the environmental, economic and social turbulence that's unfolding daily).
Giving talks and writing articles on the 4 Crunches Credit crunch, Carbon crunch (climate and peak oil), Communication crunch and Consciousness crunch.
1. Describe how Disciple Making is central to the Bible’s ‘Big Story.’ 2. In John 15, Jesus says when we bear fruit we show ourselves to be his disciples. In light of the passage, what type of fruit do you believe…
Thank you for upholding your DEXCOM (district executive committee) in prayer as we received and responded to the Issachar report. Our meetings in Canmore were superb in every way imaginable. And we have so much to share with you all….
Tim Talks: Disciple Making Welcome to Tim Talks Disciple Making… a series of short, thought provoking, considerations of Jesus’ command to go and Make Disciples. Over the coming weeks each ‘talk’ will focus on a different element of the disciple…
I was born and raised in the tiny, northwest Louisiana town of Sarepta. The population is under 1000 and my mother loved that fact.
We didn’t have running water in our home until I was 12. We got our bath water, our water for cooking, our water for drinking from the well at the end of the road. We shared that well with several families and there was never any discord because even if we weren’t related by blood, we were family. That old well is still standing though it’s not in service.
The road leading to the house that I grew up in — the house that my mom built with her own two hands and only the help of my grandfather — was dirt. That meant that I was an expert mud cake maker and I loved playing in the rain. I spent far more time running around in my bare feet than I ever did in shoes. I almost always caught more light bugs than the rest of the kids as we ran around outside after dark.
At the end of that dirt road, across from the well, was Thomasville School. It was the only school available for black children for a long, long time so it is where my mother attended. She had to leave school before she finished the 9th grade, but the education she gained from life afforded her far more knowledge than the books she longed to read from.
Daddy loved fishing so that meant we spent a ridiculous amount of time on the bayou reeling them in. I can pull them in with the best of them. I still can. I know how to cast a reel and I know how to handle a pole. I’m not scared of worms and I have no fear of crickets. I’m just a girl from the country.
I’m simple. I don’t have to have the biggest house. I don’t have to have the grandest car. I do like really nice purses, but hey, everybody has their “thing”. Purses are mine. Anyway, I’m quite happy with a nice, little home. I’m good with a nice car that will get me from point A to point B. I intend to upgrade my wheels next year, but it will be something I can afford because material things don’t mean much in the end.
I fought coming back to Louisiana like a guerilla warrior. I didn’t want to come back here. I thought I needed the sights, sounds, and convenience of the city, but I’ve found that the quiet, the peace, and the solitude of good old Thomasville Road is good enough for me.
My idea of the picture-perfect setting will be complete when I build my new home next year. I know Will is going to be off enjoying life on his own and living freely, but I’m okay with being in Sarepta. It took me a long time to reach this point because, in my mind, I was forced to return here. Little did I know it was a blessing in disguise. I love being a country girl.