I never met Herbert face to face during my two night visit. I'm not sure why... I felt baffled by his lack of personal contact. Being an older woman, I would have felt much more at ease sleeping in his home if I had been able to meet him, or even welcomed by him on arrival. I asked more than once by text to be able to meet him, but he never responded. We only had text contact during my entire stay. He was certainly kind enough to both text and e-mail me just before my arrival to ensure that I would find the key just outside the door that lead me to the room The neighborhood seemed safe, although the first night was rough going and noisy, between the buses whizzing by the window and jets taking off every 15 minutes from SFO nearby til after midnight. The air bed leaked that first night as well, which meant waking up every two hours to refill it, but Herbert very kindly replaced it with a new one (while I was gone) before the next night. It was greatly appreciated since I had lost one night's sleep already. The room was a lovely basement room nicely decorated with bathroom, overlooking a green secluded patio. It got extremely cold in the mornings with no heat source. I was told to bring my own sheets. I brought flannel sheets, a down comforter and a wool blanket, and so glad I did. I would have froze to death otherwise. All in all, the space was sufficient, but the lack of personal contact left me with a weird feeling about my experience there.