This is roughly my 30th stay with Airbnb and I never left a negative review. Even when there was something wrong I thought it might be my subjective view and I didn't want to affect the host's reputation. This time I really want to do so because this was the worst relationship with the host ever! First, this lady speaks zero English. I saw a few cases like that but the hosts were super welcoming and they just let you do whatever you want and feel like home. That lady behaved like it is my problem that I don't speak Italian and continued giving me lots of instructions in Italian. When I arrived after a long trip and wanted to soak a bit in a bathtub (which was really clean, I have to admit) she started yelling at me behind the wall, I assumed it's about saving water because she told "acqua" a lot of times and stopped yelling when I turned it off. I'm not generally a water waster and I would take bath only once upon arrival and prefer quick showers the other times, so this has driven me mad. Imagine, you pay 60 euro a day which translates to 1800 euro a month, so basically you cover that lady's rent or give her quite a bit of cash. To hear this nonsense. Second, kitchen was listed in the amenities, and I specifically picked up apartments with kitchens for this trip. I can afford eating out all the time but I like to cook and I always wanted to try to cook Italian food from local produce. So, I have bought some food and when I came with the bags she told I can't use the kitchen. Only the fridge. She gave me a google translation from a note in her listing saying that thee kitchen is used only with prior notification and for longer stays only. I don't know if the 5 day stay is a short one but this was super unwelcoming. Fortunately, I had some friends in the city who had the entire home so I cooked the food in their kitchen. Next day when I wanted to heat that food for lunch I realized that there is no microwave in the kitchen and the cooker is not working. No gas. I am 100% she has turned it off on purpose before leaving. So I had to eat my pasta cold like it is out of the fridge. Not kind of experience you want on vacation, right? Next day she tried to offer me coffee in the morning and smiled like nothing happened. Again, speaking Italian. The last day of my vacation ended up with poisoning in an expensive restaurant in that neighborhood so I have puked all night. That was the perfect ending of the stay. Of course that is not her fault and of course I cleaned after myself, but all I wanted was just to get away and never see her and that place again.