Our seven-day vacation at this hotel quickly descended into a nightmare from which we couldn’t escape. Upon entering the room, we were greeted by the stench of a public restroom. The walls seemed paper-thin, letting in every noise—every whisper, every creak. Privacy? Nonexistent. Cleanliness? A laughable concept here. The room was grimy, an insult to anyone expecting basic hygiene. The food was another travesty. While there were plenty of options, the quality was abysmal. After just two days, I found myself doubled over in pain from food poisoning, an illness that landed me in the hospital, stripping away any hope of enjoying the vacation. When I sought justice through the hotel’s customer service, the woman I spoke to dismissed my suffering with a wave of her hand, casually remarking that “it happens to everyone.” To add insult to injury, money was stolen from our room—an act met with cold silence as the hotel manager refused to respond to our calls. I spent two agonizing days confined to the bed, my body too weak to move, while the vacation I had dreamed of unraveled before me. Then, just as I thought things couldn't possibly get worse, my boyfriend fell ill as well—another victim of this hotel’s wretched food. As if our suffering wasn’t enough, the hotel's doctor attempted to extort us, demanding euros for a consultation, despite the fact that we were fully insured. The rooms were "cleaned" in the most superficial manner possible, a mere flick of a duster, leaving filth in its wake. This hotel didn’t just ruin our vacation; it robbed us of peace, joy, and health. It was, without a doubt, the most harrowing experience of my life—a vacation turned horror story. Avoid this place at all costs.