What a dump. Seriously beautiful view and location, but talk about resting on your laurels. Dust everywhere. The bathroom floor is held together with epoxy and the shower leaks everywhere. Ants in the kitchen. Ants in the bathroom. The bedroom carpet is simultaneously sticky and fluffy. I wanted to barf.
But that’s all OK compared to the sleep situation. If it’s high tide at night you may as well forget about sleep. It’s like an amusement park roller coaster. First, you have Highway 1 a mere 30 yards outside your bedroom window. And that window is a single-pane work of art from the 1950s doing its God damn best, be assured, to keep out the modern-day noises from the highway, but it cannot compete. That’s, nothing, however, compared to the pounding surf that you would think would lull you to sleep. No. Trust me, dear Airbnber— this is no lull-you-to-sleep surf. This effing surf is pounding your mom and your grandmom. It is shaking the foundation of everything you believe in, including this house. It wakes you every 10-15 minutes with what feels like bomb concussions. If you want a real treat, try sleeping on the god-forsaken fold-out sofa in the living room. It’s a literal carnival ride of pain and confusion. The tide and waves take no prisoners here. You may actually think the house will fall into the ocean. The entire house shakes.
On top of all that, the parking is tight as, the decor is more shabby than chic and the price is roughly double what you should be paying despite the beautiful view and the location. I don’t get how this place gets such good reviews. Be warned. Book elsewhere.