The king bed had springs that squeaked whenever we moved. It felt like people who stay there sleep during the day and stay up all night, talking outside, slamming doors in and out of their rooms, little kids running back and forth until 2 am in the room above us, and people flicking ashes from the upstairs walkway into our parked car. We hardly slept at all. Breakfast consisted of white bread, cold cereal, or a waffle.
CynthiaHace un mes