When I was 7, I remember those Friday afternoons when, Nutella sandwich in hand, nailing it at 7:00, I sat in front of the TV to travel to Sacramento and live the American dream for 60 minutes. Eight Is Enough was my first addiction. My little world traveled and stretched and changed forever as I got to The End. Oh the powerful addiction to fiction ... But that's another topic.
Tom and his eight children lived in such a beautiful house like this one of Can Cortés. The house had a backyard, a porche, a garden, a guest house, rooftop and everything else… And also a huge kitchen where all breakfasted the colorful Froot Loops (nothing to do with my sad crackers), all dressed in trackies and sneakers (nothing to do with my school uniform and scratchy wool sweaters!). And they loved each other very much all day long. l love you here, I am sorry there. Hugs and kisses and kisses and hugs ... So nice ladies and gentlemen!
This house right in Collserola Park is also a dream, but this is not an American one. This dream house is here, it is real, and it can be yours.
Domestic Bus 128