Alicia’s on Chicken Hill was our first Airbnb experience, and it won’t be the last. On the first of our two nights in Asheville, we enjoyed dinner at Tupelo Honey and then sunset at the Sky Bar, then returned home to an impromptu acoustic jam in Alicia’s living room. Two of her friends, who had never met before, were playing their guitars and singing Americana and folk; both took requests. That doesn’t happen at the Courtyard by Marriott. On our only full day in Asheville, we had a short drive to experience refined culture at the Biltmore, then a show walk from Alicia’s to the Grey Eagle for honky-tonk culture, in the form of the great Dale Watson. Our room was clean and next to a full bath; never under-estimate the power of a strong shower. Ten minutes out of Alicia’s, we were on the Blue Ridge Parkway, heading west