We were literally driving in circles looking for room 17 (after retrieving your keys pull out of the driveway and take the next four right turns) which put us back at the lockbox.  After three circles we finally figured out our mistake.  But by that time I had decided that we were going to be major crime victims. By night we were in a very dark mix of residential, commercial.  The parking lot appeared as an alley.  We walked into our "casita" (look up that definition)  , a two unit building. It's one am.  The dog in the casita next to our starts barking.  No need to be stealthy now.  What a fantastic, quaint little room!  Decorated, of course, in a southwest theme.  The bed was the most comfortable we have ever slept in.  The shower had great pressure.  Breakfast on the walled patio was delicious and our hosts were wonderful.  By light of day we were in a wonderful, safe neighborhood, close to everything.  We went for a hike... stay tuned.