Not a great trip! After a 13 hour drive to get to Destin, we had a hard time finding the condo we had rented, maybe a map or the actual address and not the realtors office address would have been nice. We finally found the gated community, Hidden Dunes, after asking several local people that didn’t know the area. When we got to our condo, the door was standing open and looked like someone was staying in our room. We called the onsite security to come check out the rooms and they told us to call the reality company we rented from, which don’t respond to calls after 5 p.m. After no response to our concerns, we decided to go to bed, but was once again confronted with a stressful situation, the shower in the second bathroom was full of sand and seaweed and the master bedroom bed comforter had a large blood stain on it. I threw the nasty comforter in the corner and went looking for spare blankets, they were wadded up in a pile in the other bedrooms moldy closet. Since we couldn’t be sure the blankets were clean, we slept under beach towels our first night. The next morning we became aware of a foul smell (urine) coming from the couch, and then took a better look around the condo, we had dirty dishes in the cabinets, mold in all the windows, dirty beat up walls and a beach covered in stinky sea grass. I had to check in with the reality office at 8 a.m. so I hurried down to the office to express my concerns with the room, no one showed up until 8:30 and the manager wouldn’t be in until the next day. We did finally get some of the issues resolved after a few days but had to smell a stinky couch the whole week we were there. I also got to meet one of the local road raging women during heavy morning traffic, I drifted a little over into a empty turn lane at about 20 mph. This made the local lady behind me freak out and hit her brakes and I guess drop her Prozac pill. She managed to get around me and drove for several mile screaming cuss words and gesturing while slamming on her brake to try to get me to hit her bumper. At the first stop light, I got out of my car and walked up to her truck to see what was wrong , all she could do was cuss me and tell me that tourist aren’t welcomed in Destin. I told her that wasn’t a problem because this would be my last trip to this over priced nasty tourist trap. After all of this I finally talked to the property manager for the condo and got a big 10 percent discount for our troubles. I just hope the next time oil washes up on the beach someone sets it on fire and burns this place up!