Based on conversations I had with Taizz during my month at her home, I know she wants honest feedback, so here goes: I do NOT recommend her. While there were a few highpoints, they are smothered by the lows, especially by a barrage of post-stay harassment emails directed at me. Sign of trouble on day one: she asked for $100 cash to clean bathrooms. Given what I already paid, I found this excessive. In the kitchen, she keeps food abandoned by previous guests. She should throw it all out: EVERYTHING is beyond expiration. My first few days, I was attending events with no time to grocery shop. Taizz gave me peanut butter & bread. That sounds nice, yet on inspection the peanut butter was 18 MONTHS PAST expiration date. The bread contained milk (we had discussed my dairy allergy) and coffee-beans she shared were freezer-burned. This isn't hospitality. Taizz has a German Shepherd named Lela, whom she often neglects. Dog has a sweet personality; I played fetch with her, and opened doors on several occasions so Lela, who’s cooped up for hours, could relieve herself outside. Taizz’s boyfriend has a LOUD voice & laugh, which he makes no attempt to lower late at night. His voice carries upstairs; their dinners occur after 10. No curtains in first-floor bath window; anyone walking along has view of shower activities. Upstairs bath window shaded by trees, giving some privacy to modest bathers. Bedroom extremely small – a broom closet with no closet of its own; no lock on door. Webpages for her 3 guestrooms didn't point out disparity, yet other 2 are more than double in size while similarly priced. No comfy armchair; there ought to have been. I had to ask for something less punishing than a fold-out. Taizz’s property occupies an "active landslide area." House adjacent to hers, built at the edge of a cliff, is slated for demolition, along with planned new construction of cliff-side multi-units, which seems likely to increase landslide risk. Taizz drinks hard liquor & beer nightly; while I never saw her intoxicated I have to conclude her habit influences things. A day before I left, I placed one of her bath towels on my bed; dye from this dark cloth bled underneath. I spot-cleaned linens, washed in hot water, but didn’t touch mattress cover out of concern spot-cleaning might darken the purple splotch. Taizz was gone, as were dog & BF; I figured they were camping, and didn’t call about cover. Then her emails began. Taizz convinced herself I spilled red wine on the bed OR intentionally damaged the cover. I explained what happened and provided helpful links on cleaning with bleach or a baking soda-white vinegar mixture. For a minute, she seemed to accept my truth, then went back to false accusations. Her tone became increasingly bellicose; I asked her to cease & desist. Undeterred, she kept hounding me: “You were quite sloshed...I'm not surprised if you don't remember everything.” I’ll let that speak for...