What to Know When You Share a Vacation Rental
By Candyce H. Stapen
It looked so good on paper -- a week in a Caribbean villa with my two sisters, their children and mine. By sharing, we cut costs, gained more space than a hotel room and added such luxuries as a private pool. The rental house in Jamaica, our first villa rental, gave us time to reconnect instead of merely catching up between the turkey and apple pie at family gatherings. From the grade-schooler to the 20-somethings, the cousins bonded.
Over Scrabble on the veranda we laughed at anecdotes about Grandma Ray, who rationed french fries for svelte Aunt Ellie every Sunday because Ray told Ellie her bottom would grow too big. My nephew spoke about the difficulties and triumphs of teaching middle school, and my niece shared her joy at starting work at a New York City magazine. My son helped his cousins hone their golf strokes and taught his aunts tennis serves. My daughter perfected her backstroke, learning tips from her big cousins who spent summers as lifeguards.
My sisters and I agreed to split the house, rental car and food costs in thirds. Our hillside villa overlooked the turquoise sea and white sands of a resort where we had guest privileges. The villa's staff cooked and cleaned, freeing us from chores. What could go wrong?
It turns out that even in the most picturesque settings, negative family patterns can pounce, clawing away at closeness.
Alas, our villa lacked enough bedrooms and bathrooms, causing me to bunk with my middle sister Rose (name changed to protect the guilty), just as we had growing up. Like then, she shoved my clothing and books into a corner in the closet, tossed her things all over "my side" and monopolized the bathroom. She also thought nothing of coming in at 1:30 a.m. after dancing at clubs, turning on the lights and talking so she could "wind down." After a few nights, I found quiet and the evening stars by bedding down on the veranda.
Write it in blood: A rental property must come with sufficient bedrooms and baths to provide a sanctuary for the adults.
One day we packed into the van and drove from Montego Bay to Dunn's River Falls, Ocho Rios. Linking arms with the other tourists, we climbed the slippery rocks, getting doused by sprays and giggling. The next day, Joy (name changed), the oldest, commandeered the van to go shopping with Rose without telling me, leaving me scrambling for cabs to ferry six people to the beach and back.
Family rule two: Decide ahead of time how to share the rental vehicle. Not even sisters want to do everything together. Dedicate certain days for group exploration and other days for individual forays.
As the organizer, I found the rental, negotiated with the manager, informed my sisters and paid the upfront money. You know what's coming. At the last night's financial reckoning, recently divorced Rose refused to pay her share, arguing that we should cover her costs since Joy and I had husbands. After much talk, Rose plunked down about 25% of her bill, Joy added 20% to her payment, and as the family clean-up person and the contract signer, I paid the rest.