We arrived slightly after check-in time; had gotten no word about how to. Finally we looked for a key. It was in a planter. (She finally contacted us 9 hours later!)
The stay was okay. The place had antique charm, but the enjoyment of soaking in the claw-foot tub was eclipsed by the automatic lightbulb that kept shutting off and on as I tried to relax. Her driveway tenant alarmed us, knocking loudly. He wanted us to not park in the driveway, where he lives in a moving pod.
After we left, things got really weird. Destin accused us of having more than 2 guests because we used 2 more towels than had been allotted, from an open cabinet by the bathroom w/ no sign they were off-limits. We were accused of going thru a bathroom cabinet (again, unmarked). She accused us of moving nick-nacks around, which we had shifted slightly to be able to unpack. And she said the room stank of alcohol (We only had 2 glasses of wine, no spills.) Processing these accusations really saddened our vacation.