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28 luglio 2023
This was a week-long exchange through Interval International. We didn't stay the whole week. We always consider travel an adventure, but some adventures just aren't necessary. The first clue that this place was about to be an adventure was at check-in when the very nice lady behind the counter (no complaints about her, she was very sweet and informative) handed me two keys: one for the unti and one for the front door to the lodge, with instructions that if we left or returned after the office as closed, we needed to be sure and lock the front door. It became somewhat more clear as we went upstairs to the room. There was no one else at the place. No one. The lights were on but no one was home. Whether making a fast run to the grocery store or out for dinner, etc., we had to lock up and then unlock to let ourselves back in. Strange. The first morning I went to the front desk and asked how to get to the pool (looked good enough from the parking lot), the response to which was it wasn't open "yet." I asked what she meant and for which she explained that it needed the seasonal opening treatment and a pool guy was supposed to be coming but hadn't shown up. OK, so it hadn't yet been opened for the season. So, next morning tried again to learn about the pool. The explanation was now that it had rained that morning so the pool guy cancelled. My curiosity was piqued -- why is your pool not yet open for the season and I'm asking about it on July 16th? She replied that all she could do was apologize. The unit itself was clean and functional, although everything was outdated. The walls were pine paneling, which in Maine is just fine. However, the bed and furniture looked as if they were out of a second hand store in the 70s. The kitchen had the necessary appliances, but the uniqueness of the dish washer was intriquing. The panel that covers that bit below the door had been "replaced" with a piece of black cardboard duct-taped to hold it in place. Along about mid-week I went out onto the 'balcony' (in quotes to emphasize the small, narrow capacity) to seek better cell signal. While putting in a phone number, I started to sit on the plastic chair. As my weight initially settled on the seat, the seat back broke off and the vertical ribs that otherwise hold up the back then were nothing but sharp spikes that drove into both sides of my waist. After my wife pulled me from my new position of neverending excitement, we agreed we had had enough. We left. Four days early. Nice lady at the front desk when we were checking in and checking out -- but the 20 year old young lady at the front desk in between the first and last instances seemingly couldn't give a damn. Nice enough insofar as a polite greeting when you could get her attention, and sufficient information when she deemed it appropriate to break out into answer mode after being asked a question. No. No. No. But that's just my personal opinion.
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