The first thing that greeted us was the smell of the open garbage bag in the garage—and there was no trash bin to put it in. Wet dishes were still in the dishwasher. There was no kitchen trash receptacle—only a large black bag under the sink. Dirty linens were stuffed into the downstairs closet. Extra lamps and things were carelessly crammed into the upstairs clisets. There were no pillows with pillowcases on the beds, just pillows crammed into too-small shams, making them round like basketballs. How many people had lain on the shams? We did not know if they had been changed or not. There were three hand towels and washcloths in the upstairs bath, but no bath towels at all unless you count the used towel on the back of the door. The carpets were not clean. The whole place had a bad smell to it. My friend is tech-savvy, but we never did connect to the WiFi as the passwords simply did not work. Overall, the place was tacky and thoroughly disappointing.