My ever so patient husband has been after me for quite some time now to write a post about our house search. We’ve been in our house at Lafinur 3572 now for one week. We’ve settled in quite nicely, and are looking forward to hosting our first asado (for all Argentine friends—-wish us luck!) this Sunday.
This was a journey that started for us, really, back in April when Rob and I came on our own for a “scouting mission.” We looked at just a few rental houses then, and although we in no way expected it to happen, it would have been really nice and easy if we had met someone in the process who said, “You know, I don’t have anything now, but I do have this lovely house that will be ready at the beginning of September. When did you say you’re getting here?” Well, that DIDN’T happen, so instead of arriving with a set place to live, we arrived with a set place to stay: N’Aike Casa de Huespedes, http://www.naike.com.ar/. The people there were wonderful, but we were ready to have our own space, and the kids were ready to spread out and run around.
Several difficulties exist when trying to find a rental house in Cordoba from afar. The first difficulty, for us, was the language barrier. Neither Rob nor I speak enough Spanish to really get along well in a face-to-face conversation, so the thought of trying to have a conversation on the phone about real estate put us into a cold sweat. Language barriers aside, however, we soon found out that real estate agents will only show you the properties that they represent, so in essence, you have to have several real estate agents working for you at the same time. And then there’s the whole issue of the fact that we were trying to look for these properties from many, many miles away. Like many things in Argentina, finding a rental house is all about who you know, and what contacts you have. As a general rule, Argentines prefer to conduct all business face-to-face. We had a very difficult time getting anyone to return our phone calls, and an even more difficult time getting them to return e-mails. When we did get a returned call or e-mail, people would ask us to just come by their office. When we explained our situation, they simply told us to give them a call once we arrived. Having something as major as SHELTER (I’m pretty sure it’s one of Maslow’s basic physiological needs) as part of the unknown was not a comfortable feeling. Lucky for us, Rob and I had our individual periods of anxiety at different times. This made it much easier for one to calm the other one down and remain cool-headed.
Although you can find listings on web sites like casas.trovitargentina.com.ar, and La Voz, many of these listings give a very brief description of the house, and have no pictures. And I found out fairly quickly that although houses may be listed, that does not mean they are available. This was the most frustrating part for me because, of course, I would find a lovely house in the same neighborhood as the boys’ school, and it would have been rented six months ago. How easy, it seemed, it would be to simply erase that listing when the house was rented…hmmm…..
Yet another stumbling block that we encountered (although we knew about this one in advance), was that most houses in Argentina are either rented for short-term (up to 6 months), or long-term (at least 2 years). The short-term rentals are furnished, and the long-term rentals are not. We wanted to rent a furnished house or apartment for one year. This probably would not have been as much of an issue had we been looking downtown, but because we wanted to be in a more residential neighborhood, there were fewer options.
Apparently in Argentina, once someone is in your house, and has started paying bills, it is very difficult to evict them. This is even the case if the person is basically squatting, and not paying any rent. The difficulty to evict them becomes even greater if they have children. People told us stories of court cases that dragged on for years of home owners (who were not even renting their house–it was just a private vacation property!) trying to get squatters out of their house because those people had moved in, started paying the property taxes, and refused to leave. Because of this, owners of rental houses require what is called a “guarantee.” This is basically a co-signer who promises to take on the rent if the original renters refuse to pay. Getting a guaranteer can be very difficult, and complicated. Often it involves getting pay stubs and tax papers from the guaranteer, and proof of employment from both the renter and guaranteer. Not having employment, and preferring not to ask our new Argentine friends to put themselves forward to be our guaranteer, we were forced to approach this from a different angle, re: cash up front for six months rent.
After spending about 10 days looking at different rental properties (most of which were basically empty: no furniture, no kitchen appliances, NO LIGHTS!), I decided to ask one of our real estate agent, Matias http://www.ilamarca.com/home, a very American question. Did he have any clients who were trying to sell their house, and would be willing to basically move out for a year, take the house off the market, and let us rent it lock, stock and barrel. He thought for a minute after I asked him this, and then said he might have one, but he would have to contact her first. The next day we walked in to Silvina’s house on Lafinur.
The house was perfect for what we needed: three bedrooms (plus one maid’s room—storage room for us), four bathrooms, a pool, a washing machine (!!!!), a pool, a lovely quincho (a covered patio where you have
your parrilla and asado)
and all the furniture that we could have asked for. These are really pictures of our quincho and parrilla.