TLDR: It's not just that I would recommend that you stay at a place hosted by Ana. It's that you will want her to stay at your house so you can return the favor. Our door is certainly open.
Do you ever read someone's bio on AirBnB? Ana tells us she studied art history, something I found interesting, though not crucial at the time. So it made sense to see the beautiful, comfortable harmony she developed across rooms and spaces. This home greets you with cool stone tiles leading into a main sitting area with a modern, clear coffee table and soft leather couch. My bedroom (with a private bath) had exactly the right fixtures. The bed had feather pillows. And framing the sleeping space was a mural painted by Ana's mum with touches of gold and silver paint. A guilded experience continues in the outdoor patio upstairs. This place 'feels' right effortlessly. It is lovely.
Stay with me now, because I will argue that this was not the most beautiful thing my wife and I found at Ana's. When I was sick, Ana sent electrolytes to the room. When it was merely implied that I felt cold, she sent her brother to deliver a blanket to our room well into the night. And that's on top of telling us where to visit and all the usual trimmings of top-notch hospitality.
There is a philosophical school that argues ethics is actually a branch of aesthetics. Ana's home is beautiful. Ana's acts were beautiful. So in Seville, a place with third most important collection of Spanish art spanning hundreds of years, my wife and I found profound beauty--in an AirBnB.
The feeling Ana and her family created for us is what a five star experience is trying to simulate. There was an understanding here that she cared for our wellbeing, and in caring, she anticipated needs as they were needed. You'll see that in the careful layout of amenities. She and her family had an uncanny ability to know what things to make available for us and what was extraneous. As such, she created value far exceeding what she charged, time and again. If you don't buy the philosophical discussion above, maybe this economic case makes more sense.
My last explanation for Ana's awesomeness is a bit controversial, but I can only tell you what I saw. Seville has been described to me as a religious city. There are certainly a bunch of churches, and the religious iconography elsewhere is hard to miss. So when you see Pieta paintings scattered throughout the main Cathedral, you don't blink an eye. Except, when I saw these paintings, I saw Ana's face. Okay, so I was walking around with a high fever. Yes, I had been traveling without rest for several days prior. But no matter what my wife, the tour guide, an old lady who didn't speak English, a security guard, a stray cat, or a couple of bitter oranges said to the contrary, I know what I saw.
A final note: I cannot comment on the first night and evening of my stay. I'm entirely serious when I say that I do not recall that period of time. My wife, who is a healthcare professional, conservatively estimates my fever was at 39 C. It's entirely possible that she, for reasons so grave that they'd end our marriage, is covering for Ana's misdeeds during that time. But I think that's unlikely.
Somewhere in the most boring part of the Midwestern United States is an unremarkable place where my wife and I have made our home. Should Ana have the misfortune of being damned to this place, she and her family would most welcome to join us.