The pre-check-in process was a little anxiety-producing. I wasn’t near my phone most of the morning and saw that I’d missed multiple texts from Hosteeva. Apparently my unit had flooded. Hosteeva told me they’d upgrade me to a 2BR unit in a different building, which was fine. Then as I was about to head over, I saw that I’d missed another series of texts. At first I thought they’d crossed wires on their end, and someone didn’t realize I’d already been contacted. But in fact, they’d found a 2BR in my original building.
Then, we checked in, and everything was glorious. My sister and I loved our huge rooms, private bathrooms, and the unit’s design. It was an easy walk to the French Quarter. The rooftop patio was nice, as was the game room. (The cue sticks were all shot, but that’s not on Hosteeva.) And the cleaning expectations were completely reasonable—empty the trash; set the thermometer. I’d happily stay there again, and it was a great first Airbnb experience for my sister.