Showing posts with label i hate spain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i hate spain. Show all posts

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Easy Come, Easy Go...Our first taste of corruption in Spain




That's the house we almost had!

Since January, Jose and I have been looking for a house to buy. It seems like a great market for buyers, but there are some really interesting factors in play that haven't made it that easy. But that's a different post. Last Friday, we met with a real estate agent, Pablo, to see a house in Villamiel de Toledo, one of our preferred villages. We loved the house. We loved the village. We loved the pantry and the chimney. And the price, 150,000, wasn't that hard to love either. Pablo, the real estate agent, told us that the house already had a mortgage with Caja Castilla la Mancha (yes, the same one that the Bank of Spain has just taken over)that the constructor was still paying, and the bank was eager to pass the mortgage to an individual. Ok, that sounds normal.

We talked about it all weekend and ran all the numbers. We decided that it was what we were looking for and that if a meeting at the bank went well, we'd sign the intention to buy contract and give a reserve to Pablo. So we went to the bank and met Guillermo, the bank manager in Fuensalida. Guillermo was extremely eager to give us the mortgage and when he saw that Jose is a civil servant, he very nearly wet himself. Everything went great. (Even the conditions of the mortgage.)

We called Pablo and told him we'd like to sign the intention to buy contract, but we'd like to do it Friday (since that's the only day I don't work in the afternoon) and before that we'd like him to send us a copy of the official property record (where it shows everything that has happened to the house: buyings, sellings, mortgages etc). Although Pablo argued that it wasn't necessary, since we'd see it when we went to the notary (to sign everything), he agreed to send it to us.

This is where it gets hairy. It turns out that the house was built in 2006-2007. In 2006 a third person, Antonio, who happens to have only one hand, signed an intention to buy contract and paid the constructor some money. One handed Antonio, from Madrid, is what they so eloquently call a "pasa pisero", a guy who goes around agreeing to buy half built houses so he can later sell them for a higher price when they are finished, but without ever actually buying them. In other words, one handed Antonio never paid more than 6,000 euros for the house, nor does he have the deeds to the house. The only thing he has is a contract saying that the constructor has to sell him that house.

Ok, between the time the house is finished and December 2008, the house doesn't sell. Someone was paying the mortgage, but we don't know if it was the constructor or one handed Antonio. In December 2008, the constructor went bankrupt and all his assets were taken over by an administrator in Madrid, including said house. Now, it seems that Pablo, the real estate agent, has been contracted by one handed Antonio to sell this house, which he doesn't really own. If we buy it, everything may seem ok and we would get the deeds and everything, but the administrators in Madrid could repossess our house any time during the next two years, because it was sold during the bankruptcy proceedings and not sold by them. That would be really bad.

What we do not understand is where the bank fits into all this. Why would they give us a mortgage when they know that the house can't be legally sold? My guess is that Pablo, Guillermo and one handed Antonio either are related, went to primary school together or both, and they all are looking to receive a little under the table compensation for the illegal sale of this house.

While obviously Jose and I are disappointed about not buying the house we really like, for the price we really like and in the place we really like, we are so much more relieved to have found all this out now, before we've signed or paid anything! Oh, and by the way, the way we found this out was by enchufe, Jose's got a friend in the house registry where the house is listed. If not, God only knows where we might have ended up!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I finally did it!!


After a year of thinking about it, deciding on it, knowing I have to do it-but dreading it like the plague...I've done it. I've signed up for driving school!

I feel a little relieved, to tell you the truth, for finally having done it. But now the hard work begins, and I'm facing these next few weeks, ok...months, like someone is going to be pulling out my fingernails one by one. Why all the drama? Let me explain.

I've been driving for 12 years now. It's a long time. I've taken Driver's Ed classes, never been in an accident, have gotten only one ticket (and it changed my ways!) and am definitely the best driver in my immediate family (by far!). So, when I come to Spain to find out that my license is not valid and I have to do things the Spanish way, it makes me angry, frustrated and indignant.

I mean, have you ever been to Spain? Do you know how the people drive/park/speed/have no regard for motor vehicle safety? Have you seen the book of the traffic regulations I have to study? Have you read the confusing-for-Spanish-people options on the multiple choice exam? Do you know that the average amount of money spent on getting your driver's license is 1,000 euros??

And for what am I going to do all this? Because everyone knows that once you study and know the book and get your license and start driving with everyone else the first rule is to throw away the book, forget everything you learned and start driving like you're fighting for your life! That's what makes my blood pressure go up!

BUT, I'm doing it. I signed up this morning. I'll record my journey here so that you can all share this experience with me. Starting with today:

Time in the School: about 15 minutes
Money paid: 180 euros: signing up fee (which includes the books and all the practice exams)