This was my first Airbnb experience. To be completely candid, the whole concept creeps me out more than a Jordan Peele movie: some complete stranger is gonna come sleep in my bed — or vice versa, as in this case. Get me outta here! But I really lucked out: I felt like I was at a better place than my own home. Sure, I missed a few amenities: my 98-inch, 4K screen; the two girls who do nude housekeeping; the weekly delivery of caviar. But the host here made up for all that, and then some. My son and I, along with his dog, could not have felt more at home. I actually felt bad for Khristina, our host, because Amazon was delivering multiple packages for us every day and — boom! — they were instantly transported to our lobby. There was great quality stuff in the fridge; several fabulous coffee makers (one of the ways I judge people: you don’t know about pour-overs, get lost); the bathroom is deluxe; the bed very comfortable (despite my predisposition to find sleeping in it creepy). Very little I couldn’t prep perfectly in that kitchen, it was so well equipped. Although, come on people: isn’t it time for every kitchen to have a sour vide cooker, and a steam oven for baking bread. Despite these small shortcomings (hah!), I told Khristina — and I meant it — that she really needs to open a hotel. It would be the greatest. And I would happily be her first paying customer. It’s rare to find someone who really understands the concept of hospitality, and she does!