The Villa
I was driving around the outskirts of town the other day, and I was looking for a park or something to play at. As I circled the neighborhoods, I came across a old run down villa. It had the big double iron gates and everything. Set up on a few sprawling acres on a little hill. You would never know what the view looked like, unless you have been through the gates. As I entered I saw, what used to be an amazing place. I wonder what happened to that place. It looked like a rich Spanish family had moved a little bit of Mexican Royalty to the States. There were elaborate cement decorations everywhere. Lots of overgrown trees and shrubs that looked like they used to form maze or some design in the courtyard. The hose that was build of cement of clay, looked like something that you would see in a Mediterranean village. Bright pinks, greens, and blues were trimming out the white painted home. The roof was made of thousands of pieces of formed terrra cotta tiles. There were stacks and stacks of them off to the side on the ground. They must have been fro replacement reasons. I picked one of them up and looked at the bottom. It said Hencho en Espana. Made in Spain! I looked around at lots of other stuff and came to the conclusion that the entire home was imported piece by piece from the from across the Atlantic, all the way from Spain. There were lots of old busted up tile designs, gazebos and terraces. All of the main spots had wonderful views of the mountains and the sea. This was a amazing place. What had happened, and why was it abandoned for so long. I can’t believe that this amazing home and land are still sitting there. Untouched and lost in time.
