My friends and I stayed here one night during a two-week Europe trip (we travel together every year); it seemed like a no-brainer due to the stunning location and numerous favorable reviews. We got a late start driving from Galway, and I let Breege know we would be arriving late. Initially I estimated 10pm, but we arrived closer to 11. When I first told her we would be late and asked if that was okay, she said it was no problem and that she’d leave the key in the door for us. Well, once we arrived (harried from driving in the dark on windy, unfamiliar roads—and on the left, which we’re not accustomed to—looking for landmarks to find the location) it was made abundantly clear that it was not, in fact, okay. One of the first things Breege said to me was, “These are the times you regret doing AirBnb.” Warm welcome indeed! We were all very apologetic for arriving late, and she responded by saying that, yes, it really was too late to arrive. We were not permitted to bathe (trust me, we all needed a shower from all the traveling) since it was after 10 and she didn’t want us to wake the other guests. I understand the importance of keeping quiet, but we became so paranoid about making a sound that we tiptoed around like mice, whispering.
The accommodations themselves were lovely, the beds were comfortable, the kitchen was well-stocked and Breege shared a map with us and gave us helpful tips for touring around. In the morning, at precisely 11am, we saw Breege outside our window and she tapped her watch and threw up her hands, as if to say, Why are you still here? We were simply tidying up and soon made our way back down, eager to leave. The house itself is beautiful (with fantastic views), but being reminded, repeatedly, that we were an inconvenience was unpleasant at best.