It’s on the beach. There, that ends the good things. Filthy when we checked in. Walmart sheets for curtains. Hair in the bathtub. A large threaded rod as a safety rail in the shower. Loud, corroded AC unit on the balcony. A pretty good sized hole in the tub. Disgusting science experiment sofa. Badly in need of paint. Probably fine for a bunch of drunk college kids but not for my wife and I. Can’t easily contact the management company. My wife has spent the entire day on the phone and computer trying to get this joint cleaned or a new place to stay. We’ll be moving somewhere else tomorrow.