It was a little tricky to find but that’s probably just because it was dark and I drove in during a torrential downpour. Check-in was a breeze, though, and the lady working was sweet and bubbly.
Unfortunately my room had a shower issue. To start, I came in to find water in my bathtub because the drain was closed. Not much, but some. (I would later come to learn that it’s because the drain closes while you’re showering so you end up standing in ankle deep water.) I drained it and moved on.
The next morning, when I tried to take a shower, the water wouldn’t come out at first. (Which was odd because clearly it had worked for someone before us.) I fumbled with it back and forth but got nothing. So I called the front desk inquiring about using another room. Initially I was told that my two daughters and I would have to move rooms entirely, with all of our stuff.