WALTER BERING is a top producing Realtor with Martha Turner Sotheby’s International Realty. Over his 38- year career, he has assisted numerous buyers and sellers in their real estate needs. Walter has participated in sales of some of the most expensive homes in the Houston luxury real estate market.
River Oaks School of Dancing:
While on a date at Eddie V’s, we were discussing our New Year’s resolutions. My date mentioned that she would like to learn to salsa. Note to self: On the next date, surprise her with a salsa lesson. ¡Olé, Walter! I took her to the River Oaks School of Dancing for a salsa lesson. Unfortunately, our salsa together only lasted for one lesson. Un problema???… in my enthusiasm for this budding relationship, I signed up for the package of 20 lessons. Thanks to the encouragement of Antonio and Kimberly Conde at the River Oaks School of Dancing, I spent the next 19 weeks as an “o solo mio” introduction to salsa, tango, foxtrot, waltz, East Coast Swing, rumba and, yes, the cha-cha-CHA. These people are great and it is a fun community.
And, by the way, this whole ballroom dancing thing is a secret…I have not told any of my family or friends. So mum’s the word!
My Steinway and River Oaks Music School:
My “bon vivant” uncle, Buddy English, was a classical pianist and he played beautifully. I have inherited his Steinway piano and it has been a nice piece of furniture in my living room. Recently, I decided to dust off the ivories. I studied piano from third grade to when I graduated from high school – and abruptly stopped. After a 43-year sabbatical from piano, I have enlisted Kevin Farley at the River Oaks Music School to launch my comeback! My current “hot pieces” are the Chopin “Prelude in E Minor” and “Just Give Me a Reason” (as sung by Nate Ruess and Pink). Needless to say, my Steinway is conflicted; and Kevin is questioning why he takes on adult students. I’m doing this for my own enjoyment…SO, BACK OFF, MAN!
The V Lounge at Eddie V’s:
My definition of the Paleo Diet: A corner booth with a linen tablecloth and candlelight. The Anthony Caceres Jazz Trio playing in the background. A Tito’s martini with a suggestion of vermouth and a lemon twist. An 8-oz., center-cut filet mignon with a light crust, a little pink on the inside … but not still “mooing.” Broccolini with lemon and garlic. Brussels sprouts with bacon and shallots. DONE … my internal “hunter gatherer” instincts have been satisfied.
Houston Real Estate:
My passion. We are so fortunate to live in the city of Houston. We are a diverse city with many economic opportunities, beautiful neighborhoods, an affordable cost of living and enjoyable quality of life. I am a sixth-generation Houstonian; our family has been in real estate for many generations. I started at the age of 14 working as a landscape engineer (a.k.a. yard man) at our family business, Bering Realty Corp. At age 16, I became the sanitation engineer (a.k.a. janitor) for the company. In 1979, after college, I was promoted to sales associate (a.k.a. work your ass off!). I have now been with Martha Turner Sotheby’s International Realty for 21 years. I wake up every morning excited for what the day will bring. I have no plans for retirement. They will have to carry me out feet first!
Bob Hope once said that the view from his window out the Warwick Hotel (now Hotel ZaZa) looking down at the Mecom Fountain and live oaks bordering Main Street was reminiscent of the Champs Elysees in Paris. OK…that may be a stretch, but the Museum Area and Hermann Park are the closest I’ve seen to Paris in Houston. To elevate the Paris/Houston experience, see it before sunrise. I recommend a rigorous “boot camp” at 5:30am. It’s like sweating underneath a Van Gogh’s “Starry Night.” “Bear Walk” up and down the hill at the Miller Outdoor Theatre (it’s the only hill in Houston). Do sprints on the gravel perimeter of the Mary Gibbs and Jesse H. Jones Reflection Pool. A leisurely jog around the Sam Houston statue, the golf course and the Houston Zoo is always a good option….oui?
St. John the Divine:
Where I set my anchor.