This is our story about our stay at the Seasons “Resort”. I put the word resort in quotes because we were reminded of it at least three times. Although, I am not sure what about it was resort-ish. When we arrived and walked across the front porch, we passed the grill, under a roof with a light directly above it. Then we passed the container (and I do mean container), filled with bugs, oh… and water, to dip one foot at a time in before we get in the hot tub, right there on the front porch where everyone walks in and out. Above that, three feet away from the grill, was a sign that said, ‘No food in the area’.
We proceeded to walk in the front door to the desk, at check-in time. There was another sign that said,‘Front desk is closed’. I said, “What does that mean?” right then someone with an eighties hairdo comes out and takes care of us. I had to fill out paperwork and initial at least ten strict rules to abide by. Then handwrite my credit card information with the code on a piece of paper. After that, they handed us a regular key for our door.
We dragged our suitcases up the stairs (because there is no elevator) to the second floor. It is not handicapped accessible at all. We settled in and noticed that there was no air conditioning (we were there in July). The rug was stained and dirty, the furniture was dusty, and had holes in it. In the bathroom, there were four vents, only one worked and that was for the heat in the winter. There was no ventilation. We went to the kitchen area to cook but we could not see because the light above the sink did not work. We had to use the light that was hanging by a wire above the wobbly table. I opened the refrigerator and thought it was going to fall out from under the counter.
In the bedroom, there was no suitcase rack, and a gaping hole in the window with a broken frame and one curtain hanging on a rod that was three times the size it should be. It was above the rug with two big stains. The window over looked at a balcony that needed painting. I am sure, though, that they either could not see because there are no lights in the fixtures or they did not want to disrupt the three huge spider webs.
We decided to watch the only television they had in the room. It is a nice flat screen television, but the remote did not work to turn it on. Then we proceeded to watch one of the four stations they had, but there is a note, among all the rules and regulations, telling us Red Box is right down the road.
Our room over looked the large, clean pool and the well-kept grounds. Even the grounds around the rustic tennis courts, through the overgrown trees, were nicely mowed.
Oh, did I mention, we had to take out our own trash, clean our own room, make the bed, and if we exchanged our towels more than the one specified day, we would have to pay $25? That is ok because we just dragged our trash down the stairs before we checked out which was at 10:00 a.m. sharp, during which time the office was closed. Otherwise, we would be charged another day.
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