Ann was very kind and responsive, and I had a lovely conversation with her generous and sweet husband, but I was disappointed with the apartment. The listing says there are two beds, but there aren’t. There’s no pullout bed, just a very, very hard couch that can be pushed down and made flat. It was essentially a rock-hard cork board that was unusable. There were also no blankets for the sleeping cork board. She offered granola bars and tea, which I thought was a very nice touch. There’s a sign next to the toilet that says “please do not throw out any toilet paper to toilet bowl, use garbage can, provided.” This confused us because we weren’t sure if we were supposed to put our toilet paper in the garbage can—which is an odd and slightly gross option. The view is beautiful, but we couldn’t get a single Uber driver to find us. The house is extremely hidden and settled at the end of several windy, skinny, uphill-on-a-cliff streets. I knew it was secluded, but I didn’t know how complicated. The place was clean and sufficed, despite it absolutely not being a two bed apartment. I really want to stress that, because if we had another person, they wouldn’t have had a bed. The rock-hard couch does not and cannot work as a functional bed—in any way, shape, or form.