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I hardly expect the world for the price I paid to stay at Hotel Vina de Italia. I've stayed in little hostels all over Argentina, places that could barely be called luxurious in the least. Here's the difference, though: this place was just plain nasty - dirty, smelly, seedy, gross. ||||You'd be fooled to walk in the front door. It looks like it's from the 70s, but in a not-awful way; everything's clean with shiny brassy-gold trim, the floors are glossy, the elevator small but cute. You might think at this point that all is going to be well, but it's not. The halls stink of some weird smell, both dirty and chemical-candy at the same time. I don't mean there's an odor to them that's detectable if you sniff - it's overpowering. The room has this smell, too, along with old smoke. It gets worse, though. Bedpsreads: stained. I'm sure they've been washed, but they're still stained. Radiator: leaking, a disgusting sound and thought. A curtain falling out of its tracking attempts to hide a filthy air conditioning unit that doesn't work and has its knobs pulled off. Bathroom: clean, actually, but the ceiling has paint peeling and flaking. The worst part (to me): the lampshades over the bed-lights are gray with filth. ||||We chose to leave this hotel and find different accommodations for the rest of our stay in Cordoba this summer.
