Upon arrival, it was confusing as to where to park in this residential neighborhood. A boat and her motor home occupied the front curb of her house. She came and moved the trash can to give us a little space. It was almost dark, and she led us with a flashlight down the flight of flagstone steps. The unit is a cute, walkout basement., mostly quiet. We said we needed to go find dinner, and she lent us the flashlight. Good news: the next evening forward, the path was lit up. She said the lock was difficult on the sliding glass door. (Many times over the next 6 days we could not get it to lock.)
Devices: She believed someone else had taken the correct remote to the tv, so she showed us how to turn it on by pressing underneath the monitor. I asked for the WiFi pw, it was about 26 digits. If you stay there, ask for the official printed version or have her drop it to your eDevice-it will save you a day or two of frustration and missing WiFi, trying to decipher her printing, esp the last 4 digits.
The first morning, the motel coffee pack was stale, and the snax crackers had a use by 2018 date. Good news: For the second morning forward, she put a canister of fresh ground coffee in the room, and half and half, which was a lovely thing to do.
The awkward start continued.
The bed was creaky and not at all comfortable, and we had to move to the sofa. When we reported it, she stood the mattress and linens onto the floor. She said the last people had a child, said the box spring was broken badly. Good news: she did bring in a new one, which took care of bed. When I asked her to take away the flannel sheets which had been on it, she responded she only put them on there two days ago. I said I would put on the clean sheets, and as long as she was taking away the flannel ones, would she mind going ahead and taking the towel from the bath floor.
She then sent down a bag of towels.
