I am sure my host knows how I feel about my stay with her. It was no doubt obvious to her that I am a senior citizen whose days of staying in hostels have long since passed. She was unable to help me with directions when my GPS failed, and I understood that. She said she was not from "here," and that was okay, too. But, despite knowing (from texts and what I told her) that my GPS wasn't working, her "advice" was that I should use my GPS. I overlooked that. She helpfully guided me, once I arrived, to the parking space in her security-gate garage and the rest of my day was uneventful. I did try to ask her to tell me whether I should turn left or right coming out of her garage to get to a particular street, and she was inattentive and unhelpful, even though I realized, after finding it myself, that she could have chosen to be helpful, but didn't. (The answer was clearly, "Go left, and you'll come to the street you want.") I knew then that this was more like a hostel, for sure.
But there were two things she did that were very wrong, especially given she had no problem taking my money. Apparently, I was not smart enough to figure out what she didn't tell me, and that was my fault, I guess. For one thing, I was dismayed to learn that she turned her entire place over to two Airbnb customers, one a large man who was unknown to me, leaving me alone in her place with stranger overnight. She had no idea whether I was in danger or not. I wasn't, as it turned out, but she had no clue. She was nowhere to be found. He knew nothing about her, had no allegiance to her, and I was vulnerable and alone with a stranger.
Then, although she knew I was leaving the next morning, she did not tell me I would not be able to exit her security garage without the remote control. In her mind, which she did not share with me, I would realize that I should exit, park, return to her apartment and return the remote, and then go back to my car, parked somewhere on some street, and leave. By the time I realized I was trapped in the garage, the remote was inside her unit, under the sole control of another Airbnb guest, one who had been unfriendly to me and I was not wanting to bother him. Again, she was nowhere. I called and texted her. No answer. Finally, the building manager was kind enough to help me to leave. He was shocked she had not given me "check-out" instructions. Had she, I'm not sure I would have appreciated what was expected of me to leave. I'm familiar with security gates that open when the car approaches, and I had no idea I would be locked inside her garage. Not good.