I feel like I spent my vacation being a property manager. I was continually calling maintenance for things breaking (hot water, air conditioning, the 3rd floor balcony railing nearly fell off while my son and I were up there). The location was great but the property management was hit or miss (sometimes they were on top of it and other times they just ignored the requests). I got there and the house was filthy. Dirty dishes in the cabinets, a pair of tweezers next to the TV, the TV didn't work so I had to fix that because none of the cables were plugged in, the hot water didn't work in the master bath, the blinds in the master bedroom were broken so I had no view from my room, the locks to the master bath and bed were all either broken or missing, none of the TV remotes had batteries, the children's bedroom door had a huge gap in it when closed so they had to change in the master closet so they could have privacy which in turn gave me less privacy. Long story short, the house was an absolute disaster, but the location was good. That's the only reason we stayed. My kids had fun at the pool and beach while I stressed about the balcony and one of my kids falling to their death. The kids ended up staying with me in master bedroom after that so I could make sure none of them would go out on the balcony at night and lean on the railing. It was my worst nightmare of a house. I have never spent this much money on a house before and I don't think I ever will again. Very upset