AirBnB

[Martin Hash]

My wife, Gwynne, and I have a big house: 7000 sq. ft., 8 bathrooms. When the kids moved out, it was empty. A decade ago, as we traveled around, we’d used the new-at-the-time “AirBnB” to find places to stay, from Florida to California. We’d always enjoyed the experience even though some of the places we stayed were hit-or-miss, especially in New York. When we finally got back to our underutilized home, I suggested turning the guest bedroom into an AirBnB. Gwynne was apprehensive but allowed that we give it a try so I took a few pictures and became an AirBnB Host.

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The first guest was a disaster; the guest assumed she had access to the whole house, complained about the mattress, and said she was cold. Gwynne would have reconsidered right then but another few guests were already booked. Luckily, they were all exactly what I imagined: entertaining & appreciative of our home. Several left us personal thank yous.

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Unfortunately, a bad crack-smoking guest who stole the supplies, combined with the shamdemic, ended our dabbling in spare room accommodation. Then, during the winter we rented a condo in Lima, Peru to visit my grandson for a couple months in their Southern Hemisphere summer but that ended poorly when we were threatened with a fine if we didn’t wear a mask. Now we’re done AirBnBing; it started off good anyways.

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