Loftstel

I was hoping for a leisurely Saturday morning sleep-in, but these two Russian girls made that impossible. They were up, moving around, zipping their suitcases, and leaving the door to the bathroom open with the light on at 6:30 AM. I was so, so peeved when I squinted at my cell phone and saw that. Now I'm downstairs by myself.

What am I doing? Taking pictures before everyone else gets down here and ruins them.

When you open the front door, this is the first sight you see. Usually there are a ton of people around that table with their laptops.





The first thing that Iva the manager told Travis and I to do was to take off our shoes and put them on the racks. It was a little weird at first but do you see any scuff marks on the wooden floors? Any stains on the nice beige carpet upstairs? I don't think so.

My two pairs of shoes.








This is the common TV along with outdated Christmas tree. The couch is very comfortable. Despite their claims, I have seen no Wii.





The kitchen was much, much nicer than I was expecting. The fridge makes crushed ice! There's a dishwasher! Potted plants!





Here's my box of rice along with label.







I saw this and at first I was like, "no beverages? I can't have milk? What am I going to do without milk for cereal?" Then I actually read the sign and felt silly. I'll just have to deal with warm alcohol.







Upstairs... where I can't go because everyone is sleeping. But it was a pretty good tour of the bottom floor.