Although time has given us few clues, summer has come. Maybe you've noticed it on the streets of your neighborhood. Especially if you are a neighbour of a coastal town in the Basque Country. And no, I'm not talking about the festive atmosphere or the best humor of people. I am referring to another factor that is more evident every year. You will realize that tourists are coming to the town or perhaps, as you see every month, you have not noticed any change. In any case, there they are again occupying holiday apartments and hotels with exorbitant prices. And you at your parents' home, desperate, as big hotel companies and speculators swell the rental.
You've come out of the house and as you go down the stairs you've met a family with the suitcases in your hand. Years ago the neighbor who lived on the first floor died and his children have begun to advertise the house on Airbnb. “Modern and bright apartment. Cheap for the area,” they say on the internet. And in this house that has not been renovated in 30 years, the most modern will be the background television. Bright maybe when you turn on the lamps and cheap -- you'll be told that's very subjective. “It’s the market, friends,” as banker Rodrigo used to say. However, don’t be tough with the owners, because on the Internet everything has to be adorned a little. And even if you're tough, you won't worry too much. Full summer. You have come down to the portal and you have seen it: Poster VT, tourist housing.
The bar has become a hostel. Serve coffee and cañas night and day, put beds and offer almost a self-service service. It's not a slow business
Walking through the village you've seen that there's movement in the bar that was closed a few months ago. You've gotten closer and you've been tempted to get your head through an open window: a group of young people preparing backpacks between the bunk beds. The bar has become a hostel. Serve coffee and cañas night and day, put beds and offer almost a self-service service. It's a good business. You keep walking down the street and you've discovered a similar case in that bookstore. On the side of the door there is a keyboard to access by code. That may not have employees.
You are already aware that the future of the people is in the hands of the tourism economy. That any store or bar that closes becomes a hotel or accommodation and all are complied with. As if it were not enough, more and more portals have a VT plate. At first in the old helmets or in the main streets of the town. It is a scourge that has now spread to the neighborhoods. And neighbors are not happy, but what can they do? Few things. Every empty house enters the race for maximum profitability. Why offer a long rental time and reasonable price if you can fill your current account in summer?
Every empty house enters the race for maximum profitability. Why offer a long rental time and reasonable price if you can fill your current account in summer?
That's not enough, and you've gone through the new neighborhood that's being built. Last year you entered the draw for a protected home of 300,000 euros, but you haven't been lucky. Even less fortune and more money to buy a floor of 600,000 euros in the free market. However, next to the houses there is a large empty space. Will they build their future home there? No. There will be a six-storey hotel, and a pool will be installed on the penthouse for the night price to reach 300 euros. The possibility of carrying out a life project in your people will have to wait. Maybe your whole life is waiting for you.
On this long journey you have come to the town square. And there's the whole crew. Most of them don't leave their parents' homes and some of them with the help of their parents. However, they do not have much concern about this fact. “We’ll get some BOE, we’ll get money to buy the house.” Yes, with a salary of 1,200 euros you would need two lives to become an owner. There is no awareness, there is no desire to complain. Today there is another issue. “I’ve had beer up to 3 euros and the waiter told me it’s the price of summer, they have little shame.” It's a market, friends.