To My Friend's House

When I go to my friend's house:
I walk outside my home and I see this dog with its ripped T-shirt in front of its owner's garden. I turn left and go for 16m. While walking, I hear birds singing and on the right there is a small garden with pink and red flowers. I turn left again and walk up a small hill for 30m until I see a swimming pool in front of me. I go left again and go along the swimming pool with its palm trees around for 13m; dogs start barking at me. I turn right, around the swimming pool, and go up 75 stairs still hearing the birds singing. After going up, I turn left and go forward for more than 35m, on the sides I see parked cars, gardens, and many flowers of different colors. I stare at my right, and finally I see my friend's house. In the house in front of it, there is an old man cultivating tiny trees; he also has a parrot that his always singing. And then, I look back at my friend's habitation. Over my head, there is a basketball hoop. On the right, there is a ping pong table. On the left, there is a car. And straight ahead, I see light going through his door.
This is what I do, see and hear when I go to his house.