I'd rather sleep in my car
At $115 per night, the Posada de San Juan is insultingly overpriced. It is worn, torn, dark and dirty. The 4:00 P.M. check-in time starts our stay as the first of several annoying features. A swarm of flies lives in the lobby, where the Costco-continental breakfast will be in the morning. All rooms face a central hallway on two tiers, like a prison cellblock. On 3/17/07, room 104 has no refrigerator, microwave, or coffee maker. It has no porch or balcony. The table and chairs are small and uncomfortable. The room has no decoration or wall hangings of any kind; it has no towel bars. The soap and shampoo are the cheapest available. The "in-room whirlpool spa" is spotted with mold and rust, and far too small to accommodate two people. There may have been a hanging lamp in the past, but now there is a bare metal plate covering a hole in the ceiling. The light bulbs in both bedside lamps are burned out.
The staff has no concept of service or hospitality, and ignores our request for light bulbs. We bed down and try to sleep, but at midnight the clock radio turns on at high volume. We are eager to leave. At 7:05 A.M. the front desk is dark and deserted. After many rings a cranky woman answers the phone, saying "We open at seven, but I'm here now."
The best part of our stay is the triumphant crowing of neighborhood roosters as we make our escape. I would rather sleep in my car than spend another night at the Posada de San Juan.