Facing the nest building door with my crossbody bag resting on my bum, I glanced to my right, catching three men in their 20s walking up the small street behind me. Small backpacks. Tourists. I turned back to see if Pedro finished placing the trash bin inside and saw a sudden change in his facial expression. No longer friendly. Like a werewolf, shapeshifting into a fierce football player, he screamed at the air behind me, ready to tackle. What the? I jerked my head to the left, one of the three tourists was right behind me, about to pick pocket. Damn. My bag was open. The thief quickly turned and walked away. Oh the audacity, right outside my door. And no sound. Thank my host nothing was missing.
Nest@Lisbon is not just a nest. They look after you, even if it takes a physical transformation. They are my first Airbnb, setting the bar high. Will my future Airbnbs measure up? The fear of disappointment is real.