Sunday, September 23, 2012

How to get to our front door:

I know I've complained about how ridiculous it is to get to our apartment here; the time has come to post proof.  

You start at this door.  This is the door from ground level.  We share this entrance with about 8 other apartments.

This is what it looks like to the left of the door...

...and to the right. Pretty cool little street.

You open that door, and find this: a little hallway where everyone stores their bikes.  And where we store our stroller (illegally) by the fire escape. 

At the end of that hallway, you go through this door.

And then you proceed to go up five flights of stairs, also known as the bain of my existence. 

Oh, and do you see that little cubby under the stairs?  That's where I used to store my stroller until I got smart and decided to store it illegally. (Just try to imagine pulling a stroller in and out while standing on stairs, holding a large child.)

So you keep going, and going, and going. 

And then right about here, you want to die because you're carrying a 30 lb. child, a diaper bag, and a bag of groceries.  

And then right as you decide you're never leaving the house again, you finally get to this door at the top.

And then you get to this cool little terrace.  Follow the path for a bit.

Then go up a few more stairs and then down a few more.

And then you get to our house! (Kind of.  We're on the top two floors.) As a side-note, I would like to point out that we were shown a picture similar to this when we chose our housing.  Doesn't it look like it's a ground level house?!  Let's just say I'm more than slightly irritated that we were given no warning about what kind of journey precedes getting to this point.  Oh well.  At least it's amazing on the inside, right?

Almost there!  You go through this front door (after unlocking the main lock plus the two deadbolts our paranoid downstairs neighbor insists on using), and then head up one more flight of stairs.

You made it! I feel pretty proud of myself every time.


  1. HAHA! gotta love Europe. One of the years that we lived in Italy, we had to climb 76 stairs to get to our apartment. I counted them many times. :) Byt the time we left I was 7 months pregnant, so it was a real treat! Gotta love having to grocery shop EVERY day because you can't carry more than one bag of groceries at a time.

  2. Oh my goodness, I don't blame ya! And I thought the three flights in Texas I had was bad! You definitely win! At least you get some exercise every time you leave the house :)

  3. WOW! That IS a journey full of stairs. Still a darling spot, though. :)

  4. Thanks for the tour! Ha. :) The five flights totally reminds me of the London centre. I cannot imagine doing that daily while carrying a child....

  5. This is the best post ever! Who knew that "how to get to my front door" would be so interesting! Your place is darling, and I love reading all of you adventures...even if it takes you a while to get to those adventures! You will be so glad you documented that one day! :)

  6. I can't believe you ever leave the house!

  7. haha, oh man. that is crazy!! I loved seeing pictures of it.