“Better if all building rented by a group !”
The spot’s a gem, tucked away from any city noise, surrounded by woods and nature—wish I’d had more time to soak it all in. But the directions were a mess; I had to ask villagers after ending up at two wrong spots. The hostess was a lively, cheerful lady who spun tales about the guesthouse’s past as stables and her own horses that once lived there before it became a tourist spot. She took about 20 minutes to hand me the key, so I spent that time enjoying the evening forest at 8 pm, and the Wi‑Fi was fine. On the downside, there were no bathroom amenities, no breakfast options, and at 1 am a group of drunken guests tried to force their way into my room, jolting me awake and forcing me to slam a chair on the door—completely unacceptable. The front porch had a full ashtray on the table, so I couldn’t enjoy the natural scent of the forest; cigarette butts everywhere. In the morning a half‑naked, hungover male guest lit a cigarette on the terrace, ruining what should have been a peaceful start. The property itself was simple and barebones, but I was looking for nature, and that didn’t happen.
Julia·Hace 3 meses