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| - My best friend was getting married at a nearby golf course. We (the bridal party, her family, her extended family, the groom's family, etc.) all stayed at the Zona due to the price and proximity to the golf course. The very first thing I noticed was a dead roach pushed up against one of the baseboards. We were on the ground floor, so it seemed plausible that there may be A (meaning 1) bug in the room. I was just a little shocked that the cleaning crew hadn't caught it.
After being in the room for a few hours, setting up for the next day, we noticed mosquitoes. Soon enough we were all getting little bites. No one could figure out how they were getting in. So we just swatted them when we saw one land. This was a never ending game for the three days we were all there.
That night, I was forced to sleep on the pull-out couch bed. I was shocked and a little grossed out when I pulled out the bed to find a large stain of some sort that had accumulated more than a little dirt and was now growing something...I promptly called the front desk and asked to move to a room of my own. I had a room of my own for the next night, but this night all the bridesmaids were planning on staying with the bride. I refused to stay on that bed. The girl at the front desk asked if I just wanted sheets for that bed. Considering I had no idea what was living in that thing I again requested that my reservation be extended for my own room that night. She complied and after 45 minutes on the phone I went to get my keys to my very own room.
The room was clearly a handicapped room. This wouldn't have been such a big deal except for the bathroom was something hideous, straight out of the first SAW movie (you know the one where the two guys are in the tiled room with a toilet and bath tub...before he saws his own leg off....). Except there was no bathtub...just a creepy shower. I figured I would just shower in the brides room the next day. All I needed was a place to rest my head.
I went to peel back the plastic-y sheets and found small spatters of something that was either chocolate or blood....or something else. I wasn't going to wait to find out. So I called the front desk again and explained my situation to which the girl (same one) responded "Eeeewww. Thats gross". My sentiments exactly.
I moved to the second room. Same eerie bathroom, still a handicapped room (which I didn't want--again!), an air conditioner that whistled after it was shut off and this room was harboring a family of crickets.
I refused to shower in these rooms and went to the bridal suite to shower. The water was nice and warm, though the water pressure could have used some work. The only thing was that you need to wait a few minutes for all of the bugs that come up out of the drain to go back down. After that it was just fine.
The next morning we went to grab breakfast at Graze. The waiter was fine, but a quick breakfast (coffee and toast) turned into us waiting 30 minutes for extremely burnt toast. A little char never hurt anyone, right?
I would probably never stay here again. Nothing like wondering if you're going to catch something from sleeping in a bed, if your going to be laying on someone's leftover fluids, maybe swallow a bug in the middle of the night when you go to potty in a bathroom straight out of a horror film. Yep. Not my cup of tea. Sorry Zona...you lost me.
Also, you should know I was charged for the extra night....after all that they refused to refund anything as it wasn't their fault. I blame the dude who bled on the bed before my arrival. Good job, Zona!
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