This is the picturesque street that my house sits on. There are no cars allowed on this street in the old town.
It sits on top of a coffee shop. If I ever get to live over a precious little coffee shop like this I think my life might be complete.
But wait. It gets better.
The house sits on this river and the balcony overlooks it. I could see myself sitting outside in the summer for hours watching people cross the bridge, listening to the river and sipping coffee from the shop downstairs.
One day I'm going to find out what the inside looks like and how many millions of euros it costs to live here. Then I'm going stalk the poor, sweet people inside until they sell me their home.
I'm a firm believer in having solid plans for the future. Achievable goals.
I need to learn German.