ac_unit Air conditioning bathroom Private bathroom yard Beautiful view
outdoor_grill Barbecue grill Bedsheets coffee Coffee dinner_dining Dining area kitchen Fridge airwave Hairdryer heat_pump Heating cooking Kitchen soup_kitchen Kitchenware Mosquito net deck Patio door_front Private entrance shower Shower emoji_food_beverage Tea emoji_food_beverage Kettle or coffee maker self_care Toiletries dry_cleaning Towels checkroom Wardrobe local_laundry_service Washing machine
I don't know where to start. I and my wife we arrived at the farm, and the first thing that is jumped to the eye was the mess of the square, the total abandonment of the structure: wood, old cans of soap thrown in here and there and a car in the middle of the parking lot, which was completely full of junk of all kinds. The disorder we found within, where bills of light and water, mixed together in stacks of sheets of orders and bookings. Was not even our booking. Here, the first two painful notes: the first that we were not to sleep in the farmhouse, in the green, where we thought we had booked, but in an apartment a few kilometres away, in the adjacent country; the second that I saw that I was a man, I had to change the tablet portion of the cabinet broken. You have understood well: you go into a farm and found the work "dirty" to do. We quickly found the house, being careful to a pine tree that had roots that were literally breaking the road. In the garden there were The branches of olive trees that the gardener had cut the same day, left them in such a way that to get to the apartment, we had to do competitions. The apartment is not spotlessly clean, no TV and no Wi-Fi was spacious, in addition to a small bathroom (with the TOILET broken). Note that another pair arrived in the evening, he preferred to stay at home and eat a takeaway pizza, rather than go back to the farm. The dinner, served strictly at 20:30, we passed together to a high torque.