So, listen carefully...
You're looking for a house, right? But not just any house, no no... You want the right one. The one where you come in and say: “This is mine!”. The one where your wife comes in, looks at the kitchen and says: “I can already see my planetarium here!” The one where your son runs into the garden and the dog too, and you too, but just to say “NOOO! Watch out for the pratooo!”
Here. I have.
We are in Brescia, Porta Milano. A convenient, served, quiet area...we basically just miss grandma throwing cookies at you from the window and we're good to go. Ground floor, but BE CAREFUL: it's not a basement, eh! You don't have to climb stairs, you don't have to go down stairs... It's perfect even if you just made your legs in the gym and walk like a penguin.
Now hold on tight...Living area? Immense. You put a couch in it, another couch in it, a third couch in it... you can shoot an episode of Friends in it. Separate kitchen, because cooking near the sofa is desperate single. Three bedrooms: one for you, the others for whoever you want. Children, guests, mother-in-law... No, ok, let's not exaggerate. Two bathrooms! So you avoid the war of “I HAVE TO COME IN NOW!” the morning.
But listen here... two gardens. Two! One at the front smaller and one at the back, very large. The barbecue in front, the hammock in the back. Or the reverse, you are in charge anyway.
Garage, for the car. Or to hide when she asks you: “Did you throw away the garbage?” And of course cellar, which is not only for wine, but also for everything you don't know where to put: the Christmas tree, the ski shoes, the exercise bike you used three times.
It is the perfect home for a family. Large, comfortable, full of light. And when you walk in, you immediately hear that inner voice saying, “Ohhh...this is home.” (or it’s the mother-in-law hiding behind the couch... you never know.) Call us. Come and see it. Bring the children, the dog, even your mother-in-law if you really want. In the end, we all know it - the house is chosen by the heart... but the garage is chosen by the dad.