I’ve always wanted to stay at the historic Holland hotel in Alpine. And so I did just recently. When we arrived at the Holland, the attendant, I think her name was B, was incredibly kind, informative about the area, as sweet as could be, and helped us get checked in. We used the trolley conveniently located by the front door of the hotel to take our luggage upstairs to our room number 312. Upon walking into the room, we noticed an unusual odor. While the two queen beds were meticulously made with crisp, clean, white sheets, the smell overwhelmed us. We went into the bathroom, and the stench was overpowering. We turned on the fan and left the hotel room for about four hours in hopes that it would somewhat clear out. When we returned the smell had not changed. Having earlier been told that there would be no one at the front desk after 7 o’clock we were basically left to deal with the smell. It took at least three hours for me to finally fall asleep because of the smell. I reached for one of the pillows on my bed, only to find that it was flat as a pancake and had no pillowcase on it. Assuming it was something a previous guest had left behind, I instantly threw it on the floor disgusted. Being an old hotel does not mean it needs to be an unkept and dirty hotel. This room desperately needed to be repainted, it needed the carpets cleaned, and the bath had not been properly cleaned. There was crud and hair on the shower wall and toilet seat. I wish I’d stayed at the Holiday Inn.
