When I was in middle school I’d visit my buddy and he’d have a TV and his Super Nintendo hooked up under a porch and it was this strange experience of doing what is typically an indoor thing right outside with the critters and dust and everything in the mix which was a very memorable way to play Super Mario Kart.
And my grandma in Mexico has an old house that hasn’t changed in fifty years that is really just a couple of bedrooms and a kitchen that open up onto a courtyard, and an awning in that courtyard served as her living room so you’d sit down on an outdoor couch to watch her little TV out there with the rain drizzling behind you.
And now I fantasize about using an outdoor shower exclusively because indoor bathrooms feel like a claustrophobic little mold trap and it’s surrounded on all sides by annoying walls.
All of that, it’s magic.