Firstly, she's not allowed to have airbnb guests in this place. I felt very inconvenienced by her trying to get me to meet at a random restaurant in LA, a city I've only been to once before, in order to get the key so that no one would suspect that I was renting from her. This discomfort was exacerbated by her then having her minor child go out into downtown LA at night (I didn't get in until 10) to meet me and give me the key because he's the only one that speaks English. Third, I expected to have access to clean drinking water while I was there which I didn't until the morning I was leaving. You can't drink the tap water in LA and even if you want to risk it and get cancer, I wasn't provided with any cups/glasses, nor was I given water bottles until right when I was leaving when there were some on the kitchen floor so I helped myself to one b/c I was frankly just too dehydrated at that point to care. At one point I asked the 13 year old for a cup so I could just drink the tap water, and he pulled one from the cupboard and said "you might want to wash it" and I should have because as I was drinking I realized there was stuff stuck to the bottom. Fourth, the person in the picture is not the person who lives there. Or maybe it was her a very long time ago. Fifth, the towel in the bathroom are so old they look like the rags you keep around to wash your car. I would have just left and gone to another place if it weren't the middle of the night when I got there. I had an interview the next day and just couldn't afford to lose any more sleep. The next night when I came back at the day's end, I saw cockroaches in the bedroom but at that point it was so late and I had to get up at 4am for my plane, so I decided my best option was to just stay there. I am, however, now paranoid that they're in my luggage and that I'm going to bring them home with me. I also just didn't have any other options because I was in a strange city, afraid of getting swindled again, and without a car since I flew there. I couldn't address any of these concerns with the host because she doesn't speak English and I don't speak Spanish and I was very uncomfortable with the idea of having her child translate a difficult conversation to have in the first place. This honestly made me not want to use Airbnb again. I would have just gotten a hotel if I knew then what I know now.