Just been reading on the Cave Renovators blog on how they bought a cave in Andalucia in 2005 and renovated it. It sounds just mad!

I have driven through some of the areas where there are cave houses and seen the little fronts that really don’t reveal anything about the size on the inside. But I have never stopped and had a more thorough look, been inside one or even spent the night in one. But it seems there are several guest houses, B& B’s and caves for rent, so if I make the effort I should manage one day.

According to the Cave Renovator you simple do some digging you want to make one of your rooms larger or, I guess, to make some storage space in one of your rooms. And that got me thinking. I wonder if there have been any accounts of cave love stories over the years.

I imagine this: Two neighbouring cave families. A bit of Romeo and Juliet where the families don’t get on, and a person from each family madly in love with the other one.
Well, if the layout of rooms were right, couldn’t they do some sneaky digging? Almost like breaking out of prison, but instead just breaking into each others houses? That would be quite a love story. Meeting at first by the little hole they have created, whispering sweet nothings. And as time goes by and the hole slowly grows, so does their little nightly visits and their love. Aahh…isn’t that just sweet.

I think I need to ask Cave Renovator if he knows of any cases of people purposely digging into each others houses/caves. Or maybe I am just imagining this whole digging process as much less complicated than it is. It is probably not that simple…