It was okay. It was clean, it was a place to sleep, and I was offered clean towels, a fridge, and a coffee maker. The patio is not as pictured... it now has 2 chairs and a cooler turned upside down. I was bummed about that. But I didn't mind that I had to park at the end of the driveway and carefully step as I lugged my belongings (took a few trips) up the semi-steep, rocky, wavy, unfinished driveway. I also didn't mind squeezing through the space between the staircase and the house to get to the door.. or having to put my belongings down and take them through that spot one at a time because we didn't fit together. I also didn't mind that there wasn't any soap in the bathroom (shower or sink). I mean, there was a used up hand soap bottle that had about 1/3 of an inch of a diluted mixture that was mostly water. But that was okay, because I had a bar of soap in my toiletry kit. I also didn't mind that I could hear every foot step as the hosts moved about their home above my head... instead I found myself hoping my movements weren't as audible to them. I also didn't mind that it took 3 blankets to stay warm or mind reading the note that said I had no control over the temperature but I should be fine because they offered extra blankets. And it's true, I was fine with it. Truly, all of these little things were okay, but putting them all together, I kinda felt like a second class citizen. I mean, even that's okay.. its not like I'm a family member or an invited guest in their home. I'm just some stranger sleeping in their basement.