Staying that one night in San Diego turned out to be quite a different kind of experience than I had thought it would be. Taking my rental car from the airport to Michael's place was a matter of 10 minutes- just like he had mentioned in his very thorough guest manual. Finding a parking spot at 10:30pm proved a lot harder than he had promised. Michael's instructions for Self-check-in were self-explanatory but when I punched in the code the light went red an the door wouldn't open! After trying a few more times in vain and getting somewhat nervous I realized that the light needed a few seconds to turn to green and I could let myself in. So far so good. The place itself looked interesting and I am sure it was a labour of love to get it into shape. My room was up the stairs, and then up another staircase so narrow and steep that I barely made it - my suitcase narrow-side facing forward being the same width as the staircase. I was not amused! When I got into the room I was even less amused: it was right under the roof and home to at least 3 mobile air conditioning units which made the place look more like a storage room than anything else. In the manual it had said that the airport was really close but that it'd be quiet inside the house. Well, that is kind of a joke - one plane after another would dive down toward the landing strip RIGHT above my head! At least until midnight and then again starting at 6 am. That's probably what the earplugs were for...
The bathroom I used was ok.
To be completely honest: I was really glad to get out of there the next morning and don't see how Michael could have made this experience any better except for giving a more accurate description from the start. I personally would not want to stay there again - somebody else may find this a cool place, I don't. Sorry.
To be honest