We quickly found out that what Fran advertised did not exactly match up to what things were when we arrived to her apartment. I’m not sure it is a studio apartment, although advertised as one. There is a door that is locked and rattles when the wind blows, with paper covering the window above it, this might be the actual bedroom. So as guests you have access to the living room and because of this it is missing some basic accommodations, like a full length mirror. The only mirror is in the bathroom, and it’s from the shoulders up. The shower head was not securely attached to the ceiling tile and fell on top of my head the first day there, and from then on out we had to shower crouched down. She did offer to have it fixed but we were busy with work and friends’ events and did not have time to wait around for a repair to happen. When we asked her if she had any kind of coffee maker she sent a message saying that we weren’t in America. Any questions asked came back with a very defensive response that made you feel like you were intruding in her home. There’s no house manual where you’d normally find things like the WiFi password and general house instructions and neighborhood tips, instead you are surrounded by sticky notes taped up all over the apartment so you never get quite comfortable. We specifically rented this apartment because it has a pullout couch. When we arrived at the apartment the bed was pulled out and made, which we considered a thoughtful gesture after how tired we were from travel. We rented the Airbnb for 6 nights so the second day we wanted to sit on the couch. When we asked Fran about the couch cushions she told us there were no couch cushions with an exclamation point. But in the airbnb ad Fran posted more than one photo with the couch folded up and the cushions on top. This meant for a week we could only lie down on a pullout bed or sit at a kitchen table with hard chairs, in a small space. If we had known we would not have an actual couch we would not have rented the flat. Fran also started texting us two days before checkout about the checkout rules. And then her neighbor (who checked us in and gave us keys when we arrived) also started texting us about the same thing. On our final night they were still messaging us at 11pm while we were having a farewell dinner with friends, about checking out even though we had agreed that we would drop the key in the mailbox. Despite this, her neighbor asks to meet us at 8am before we left for the airport to get the keys, even though checkout was listed as 11am. That was pretty much the vibe of the situation. It felt like were in the apartment...