We chartered a yacht from BVI yacht charters for our 25th wedding anniversary, and they recommended this place to us. We stayed for two nights before our charter and for one night after, at $180 per night plus a $10 surcharge for air conditioning. First impressions were promising. The property is elevated slightly above the heat of the harbor, and even after the hurricane, traces of the original gardens remain. As mountain climbers, the very steep driveway did not deter us, but it might prove challenging to others. Upon closer inspection, it must be conceded that, for the price, the place is pretty shabby. The bathroom door was swelled in an open position---it could easily have been planed down to operate. Wiring was exposed. Many of the louver windows were frozen open. One would expect to pay about $50-$70 per night for an old 1950's roadside motel with the same level of finish in the U.S. We have been around the world, climbing, camping, etc., and can easily overlook that kind of thing as long as the stay is warm and relaxing. Alas, it wasn't. There are little signs on everything designed to make you feel guilty to use them: the solar water heater is too small, so others will suffer if you take a shower (even if you have been sailing for a week, the sign adds for special emphasis); the septic tank can't really handle it if you use the loo; etc. Also, the cranky proprietress can be civil enough within narrow bounds, but she has a very short fuse indeed, and is happy to lecture you in front of other guests for lack of proper comportment, as several other reviewers have mentioned. For example, she publicly excoriated my wife for innocently mistaking poached eggs on toast for eggs Benedict (at five meters distance). It was not just a comment, but a lengthy lecture. It was a totally unnecessary, awful scene that anybody with people skills would definitely have avoided. We were also lectured in public for using the AC too long. She tripped on one of the many code violations of the concrete work around her pool and blamed me for following her too closely. When we left she was screaming at her neighbors' workmen. Just lovely. Another creepy thing, at least during our stay, was that the other guests were always absolutely silent, as if it were a church. They were long-term guests (at least two weeks), so probably they had already been adequately house-trained. In sum, we would say that if home for you was a sketchily constructed English boarding school, then this place will feel just like home.…