Port Aransas started off mediocre at best. Our hotel room was not quite what we expected and this nasty, sticky, impossible-to-get-off tar stuff had washed up on the beach. We had fun at the beach until it was time to get into the car to go back to the hotel. Tar was everywhere. And the more I tried to clean it off of something, namely, my feet and legs, the more it spread. The hotel bathroom looked like a mechanic had cleaned up in it and then the real fun started. We had already had to get new towels because there were very long hairs on them (they were supposed to be clean and were laying on the counter top), the sheets on the sofa bed looked like someone had had an accident or 4 on them and, let's just be honest, the place was filthy. While chasing Lindsay around the room, I spotted a dead roach. Roaches aren't my thing. (Read between the lines here, I scream in a very high pitched voice and jump around onto elevated things.) Leo goes for the 4th time to the front desk and is told, "I'm not surprised." I was trying to be okay with everything because we booked the room through a low priced site and there was no refund. But Leo disappeared and came back with a hotel employee to inform him that there were two live roaches living in the kitchenette area under the trashcan. You can imagine why he chose to keep this from me for the moment. Leo went to let them know we would be checking out and the little employee man told me that the people in the room before us had stayed 2 mos and the girls had cleaned "real good". I took him around the room to let him know that there was something missing in the "real good" cleaning. I packed up the room in record time and we moved to a very nice hotel a block from the beach. No sand or tar in the car and, best of all, no roaches.